Pieces

The sad, and often twisted way one could feel for many different reasons.

Burning hot on the inside,
Tunneling through a bottomless pit…
The Assassin’s dagger
Cutting away pieces of your soul,
And you’re dying…

Falling fast into a tornado of despair and pain
The Lord of Lies whispering…
Crushing pieces of your soul,
And you’re dying…

Living in the Void,
But existing only,
Just breathing…
The cold wind blowing,
Freezing pieces of your soul,
And you’re dying…

Standing in the darkness,
Lost and delirious
Almost over the edge…
Where do we go from here to save the pieces of our souls?