Little Pieces

June 27, 2010
i want to say there are pieces left
from wandering eyes and ears
each little thing thrown from its place
crashing with all your fears
when there is only control
something breaks inside
curled up on your bedroom floor
screaming, swearing that you tried
wailing like a mourner lost
grieving for all the little things
as they fall to an earth gone cold
with all the stupid meanings

there's no place without us written
in permanent ink on the wall
there's no going numb and forgetting
when even the sweetest angels fall
and you are stuck here in hell
counting breaths to freedom
forcing yourself out of bed
to ease the aching boredom
of the little pieces on the floor
because theyre all thats left.

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