A suffocated fire,
wavering in the rain
A suffering, crazy, maniacal mind,
yet still deemed same
Bruised and broken on the ground,
no longer a shining stone,
Shattered in despair; rapacious,
no desire to be alone.
Gentle like a feathered bird,
tame, tender and clement,
Exposed to no one that gives a look,
Silently I lament.
Dripping, bleeding on the floor
losing myself slowly,
my glass heart breaking every moment,
living among the lowly.
Running through the frozen forest,
lost in the blackness of night,
counting my shaking footsteps,
toward the emptiness of the plight.
That brought me toward the darkness,
and pushed me to the brink,
my binded, trembling soul gave in,
slowly my heart sinks.
Past the point of giving in,
my shell lay barren, shredded to the core,
giving out all that is left,
throbbing, broken on the floor.
I'm crying out one last time,
spreading myself thin,
torn and beaten; shattered
porcelain.