I am a broken mess that is ever so slowly starting to heal, even when others attempt to break me apart. |
The fire crackled and roared
The People danced bare footed...
It slowly creeps up on you
Like a shadow...
Death is an adventure
One after life...
Guilty
Two life Sentences...
Can you smell the blood?
As the disease spreads...
The cracks are showing faint but clear
Like whispers in a shattered mirror...
A heart so full it spills
It leaks...
I see cracks in the glass it won't reflect me...
A thousand little pieces scatter in the night...
I am muting life it’s muting me
Echoes bounce where no one sees...
The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...
All Legends are born from truths |
Age is just a number not a factor. It does not make who you are! Your personality and attitude is what makes you. |
The word "FEAR' Acronym. |