And agian, like many others, this is an old work...
I’m tripping,
falling,
crashing,
burning
into ashes,
black as night.
All alone,
nowhere to go,
nowhere to hide
from the lies,
that cover the scars,
that mark my arms.
I can’t run;
can’t hide.
I can’t go back.
Can’t get away
from this broken down,
hollow home.
I’m locked inside,
falling down,
to hit the ground,
break into pieces,
too small,
to put together.
So leave me broken-
to disappear,
into dust.
To be forgotten
just like the rest.
just leave me here;
To rest in peace.
To rest in pieces...

