An Excerpt from Mumblings of a Broken Soul

I’m trying to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, but they’re too tiny to pick up.

Every time I pick up a piece, I get more broken; I get more hurt.

Can anybody pick up the pieces for me?

No.

Nobody can.

Only I can pick up the pieces.

They’re pieces of me; pieces of my broken heart, fragments of my shattered soul…

Under the Rain

Blood’s rushing through my veins

My heart’s beating at a frantic speed

My hands are feeling cold and sweaty

I’m standing here on my own

The rain is starting to fall

The stars have vanished behind the gray

Still, I’m standing here on my own

Silently wishing that you’d come back

I’m staring at my feet

The rain is thundering on; cleaning my soul

I’m reminiscing the times that we spent under the rain,

Happily singing and dancing

I loved you too much

I shouldn’t have, but I did

Damn, you made me weak and soft

Now I’m broken beyond repair

Why did you have to say goodbye?

You said you’d never leave

I guess you’re just like the others

You get what you want and leave

I’m not going to cry anymore

I’ve wasted too many tears on you

You broke my heart and said goodbye

And now, I’m standing alone, under the rain

Slipping Away

I’m afraid and I can’t lie.

I’m not being brave,

I’m just doing what I can.

I’m hopelessly trying to do my best

But I feel you’re slipping away

It would be selfish to beg you to stay

When I know that you’re going away

An Ode to the Serpent

I don’t think I might last into the night

I think I’m going to run from fright

I’m always wondering and pondering

Not minding the skies’ thundering

I hate that tears are slipping through

Falling through the lines I drew

I’m trying to be brave,

But it’s you I crave

No pretenses, just the truth

Cannot be denied like a ripen fruit

What’s the use of hiding?

When you’re slowly dying

I don’t want to be brave anymore

I just want to feel more

I’m not going to hide and cry

Because all my tears are dry