SHARDS

Late nights I stare into the dark watching the void transform to show my mistakes.

I slip into the darkness of pain, cold hands and feet, eyes glossed over.

The blood flow seems to stop at my heart… only shards remain.

Broken, held together by hope and desire to find…

The flame has long died but sparks remain

Floating like ashes in the wind waiting to catch again.

Knowing what one desires with no clue how to acquire, the madness begins to devour.

The shards become daggers, thinking becomes savage, love does not matter.

As time elapse’s the transformation becomes my pleasure.

Releasing negative vibes like tentacle’s draining those that surround me.

I loathed the pain, knowing it’s the only way to feel again.

Love….. can you save me