A shattered, cracked man
A fragile Vase
Held by slippery hands
Blue and cold like oxygen deprived veins
They say he's Tattered and wrecked
Dazed and confused like a bird flying in a hurricane
Strained, as if he was pasta in a boiling pot
Left behind i'm a toy
That this grown up child, has long since, forgot
I'm not who I once was
Just shards of pieces of me
Scattered on the ground of a man that use to be
