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03-01-07
Parts and Pieces of the stroy are untold, I have no reckoning of my own soul, As far as I know it was here when I died, But in these part and pieces is in where my soul hides, Scattered parts among the floor, Trying not to crush them as I reach for the door, Broken pieces line the desk, As I breathe the knowledge is lodged in my chest, As I watch the clock I cannot sleep, Those parts and pieces are missing me, I hear them screaming, calling my name, Asking for help, to be saved, I restained, The thumping noise is stuck in my head, I know the parts and pieces can kill it dead, Knots are forming on the outside of me, i have no will, I cannot even eat, Am listening still to that haunting voice, Somewhere in the parts and pieces is my only choice, I want to yell out, I want to be free, Oh, God please help me find the parts and pieces of me. |