Missile Toe (Original Date: June 2014)

The mistletoe

The blackened hole

What is left when it bleeds

A broken soul awakens still

A torment as internal as out

What happens when you need

A broken soul dreaming still

What life exists in torment

I still don't know what was meant

When the blood began to flow

The eyes of the one rolled

Once again, an internal row

When will it finally stop

Constant roller coaster pop

A few more pills downed

And now I am drowned

The sea of longing

A servant to the broken

What is left in the end

Can you really see pass

Unable to discern

When it's over

What will I really earn

Suspected distraught

No clue as to what

Mania has passed

The crows have their food

Is there anything left good?

Dragged to the bottom

Dragged and destroyed

Will I hit bottom again?

Or will fate's hand intervene?

Once again, the broken man

Once again, the lone one

Left to my own thoughts

None of them comforting

Haven't seen this familiar face

Since the great collapse

I am still the broken

The beaten

And the damned

Waiting for that moment

That precious moment

Where I can feel my smile again

What's left when you see nothing

All you feel, All you see

A vast abyss you cannot cross

Plummeting further and further

Despair agony decay

Nothingness