Fragmented

This is about losing yourself.

The heart plays a beautiful tune,
sometimes Mozart, sometimes Bach
the tempo slow, pulsing and flowing.
Digging deeper inside yourself, you pull out your soul
To see what lies beneath.

Beneath the ground of dirt and worms
of lies and hurt, pain and woe.
Is an angel of love, proclaiming grace.
Buried alive.

What a price to pay for pain, to lose oneself
To fragment a beautiful soul. How I miss the way you used to be;
The days when you were whole.