Little Metal Pieces POEM X

So I’m tired trying to picture anything
A sick feeling that seems like growing …healing
I’m not saying anything ..you know the idea
Of drowning into nonsense
And make it look so real
Two broken parts of broken thoughts
Can form a new red beating heart
Half glued but still alive

So let’s stop damaging our skin
With little metal pieces
That seem to know the answer
The answer to no question
When no one seems to listen
You’re turning into no one
And if I feel like choking breathing
I know that’s not air anymore

Too broken to avoid
The unsuspecting ending
The only thing you don’t trust yet
Is something with beginning…
So let’s start it from the end
To make sure this is worth the time

copyright Art Damage 2007