Pieces

Such a cold-hearted sin
to think that if i don't win,
the world won't spin.

My whole reality
was based on mentality.

Eaten alive by aggression
with no resurrection,
no more feeling or affection.

Screaming with wit
that the pieces didn't fit.

While held on the floor
& screaming for more.

Handcuffs in my face & under arrest;
picked myself off the floor - up off my chest.

Then i stared down
& thought to myself.

Silently for a second
with my feelings on a shelf.

Thought that this couldn't be all.
I know the pieces fit
because i watched them fall.