Fragmented heart
Schismatic unsettling
Reintroduced to Chaos
Raining razor blood malice
On a venture
To a cold morbid place
Sinking, Sinking
Trying to save itself from demise
Stitches unravel
Turning into blackened canals
Flowing together
In unloved nuisance
Ah, Disaster, Disaster
All destroyed
Shrapnel remains
For those without pity
To belligerently step on
Who was the barer of this heart?
Was it me?
Or do I feel
The pain, Anguish
Of someone I care for dearly?
For just once
Look inside my heart and see for yourself
Ah, Isn’t tragedy beautiful?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/20/10
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