• Broken Pieces


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    How long has it been since I last saw a star, since I took a breath, since I saw her face? Here I lie broken, battered, wounded, bleeding... Will I ever see the daylight again? I know the answer to these questions yet I seem to be asking myself over and over again. I can no longer see the light at the end... oly darkness engulfs me even in this hour where I know I am not coming back ever...


    Yet... I see something in the distance... A light I have missed so much... But I'm hesitant... I don't remember... My soul is nothing more than broken pieces of the man I once was... There's nothing left but fragments of life and death... This is all I see in my eyes... My past, present and future mean nothing in this place. Death does not welcome me and neither does limbo... I'm stuck in life when all I want is to sleep forever... I miss her though... For some odd reason I do and even in this darkness, even if my mind is just a bunch of broken pieces there is oly one thought in mind and that is her... She has my heart... and the most important piece of my mind... I'm no longer alive that I can see...


    Yet I am here stuck between limbo, heaven and hell... Forever bound to another cause... Never to see her again... My mind broken... Into pieces like a broken mirror forever unfixed...