Echoes of this shattering heart
Like a grinder of the human spirit
Bringing chills up your spine should you hear it
Or see it
Perhaps you can breathe it
Sort the pieces up in lines
As the razor blade whines
Softly against the mirrors edge
Where the broken pieces lay
Broken Spirits, broken dreams
Broken Hearts and broken beings
Broken indefinitely
By the echoes of the fading memories
The things we see
The things we have cried for
We have tried for
And tried before
All for nothing
Drowning in an ocean where darkness is the water
Emptiness is the color that surrounds you
And fear is the pressure at your lungs
Wake up to the sun
Reminisce
The pressure still remains
The feelings are the same
It’s the start of another day.
