Draw out the fragments,
the tiny little bits;
the whole I retain control of,
is wearing away.
what is left for me my sweet,
the parts you deem unworthy?
you break apart my self worth,
"such as it is"
and pillage for yourself my soul.
looming and burning you tear it away,
but don't you see clear I need something?
a portion of what I had left from my birth,
leave me the stones I am built on...
but all you see fit is the edge and the pain,
the darkness and toil within,
you've taken the pure, now please take the rot.
with nothing to balance, I'm gone.
I find I hate myself.
I can't seem to make my soul shine.
I want to leave this place.
perhaps everlasting night would be,
a small step in the right direction.
