One lonely figure
Not whole
Dancing in the dark
No. Squirming in pain
Piecies of him
Floating about in blackness
Red dark blood
Who took those pieces?
Ever to be put back?
Become whole again?
Heart not in one
But two
Not even man
But an outline
Filled with nothingness
Not whole
Dancing in the dark
No. Squirming in pain
Piecies of him
Floating about in blackness
Red dark blood
Who took those pieces?
Ever to be put back?
Become whole again?
Heart not in one
But two
Not even man
But an outline
Filled with nothingness