Tiny Little Pieces

Splintered images tormenting my head

Reopening wounds that have already bled

With a blackened soul I will wed

The one who I will be with me until I am dead

Only they will see the tears I shed

Disappearing faces and unknown places

Flitter through my complex mind

Remembered chases and old hatreds

Rush, echoing around unstoppable times

Look down at my hands and see

The tiny little pieces of me

Every inch of maturity

Every shred of brutality

The small bits of humanity

The slivers of cruelty

Glass etched into my nails

A continuous ache reminding me of my fails

The road I walk is very steep

And with every step I take i must not weep

For those who have forever been sentenced to sleep

Tired limbs try to carry on with my journey

My conscience telling me to hurry

Time will never be on my side

Punishment for the tiny little pieces of my lies

In my hidden soul

I try to find a semblance of control

I try and I cry, but I am not whole

The secrets I have told

Have secured me into an unmoving mould

Leaving me never to grow old

Tiny little pieces

Seem so small

All the finer details

Add up to something infinitely more

Than who I really am?