Masterpeice

I'm branded with your fear,
Bruised from all your tears,
I've been hated for to many years.

I don't think you need me anymore,
Every time I look your way,
Your world shatters to the floor.

Crumbling like the stone of Gray,
That ages slowly, it decays,
Into the sand inside my vile.

Its telling me that the sun is leaving,
Tomorrow's starting, the days begun,
Waiting for the moon to claim the one.

Cutting, carving, piecing together,
Trying to make my creation come alive,
My arm, it bleeds, sorrow is all thats left inside my mind.

Ian Robert Potapoff