Broken Peices by Christopher M. Cook

Broken peices,
black and blue;
His heart beats faint,
and hides the truth.
His love is fragile,
like a rose;
It wilts away,
and no one knows.

Behind his empty smile,
burried deep below;
Cries a long lost soul,
not knowing where to go.
Lying in a corner,
curled up in a ball;
He watches his world crumble,
not knowing when he'll fall.

The dreams he has,
are the only escape;
A place to hide,
from his lonely fate.
He's hid the pain,
inside too long;
He had the strength,
but now it's gone.

His soul is sinking,
deeper inside;
below the point
where the demons hide
He's tired of running,
and hiding his fears;
His arm swallows the blade,
and he drowns in tears.

Broken peices,
black and blue;
His heart beats faint,
and hides the truth.
His love is fragile,
like a rose;
It wilts away,
and no one knows.