My soul is but a center of fractured pieces,
pain and agony folded together in creases.
Each piece broken for those who left me behind,
causing me to lose grip on reality and lose hold of my mind.
Pain like this,
I pray it never be shared.
For even an enemy this pain should be spared.
For no one deserves to walk like the undead,
their bodies bloated from all the tears unshed.
But the pain is better than the numb that comes after,
for that is when insanity is added into the factor. |
Submission Name: Fractured Pieces
