There's a sinister silence,
Is I pick up the broken shards,
The pieces to my life's puzzle,
I caught myself offguard.
Some sharp points,
Draw towards my wrist,
They become another bloodied memory,
Another deadly kiss.
A mosaic of disturbance,
Waiting to be completed,
Tear-stained glass,
Another line repeated.
Memories trapped inside crystal balls,
There's some blackened pieces disappeared,
Maybe this is why still I live,
There's a memory left; Just as I feared. |
