Metal Life

A hundred days I’ve lived on my own, Holding in every ounce of this heart. I kept it in my closet of broken ribs, still keeping it from falling in parts. . But this life never goes the way, I plan it to make the journey alright. They all come in the way I walk, Share the warmth but just for a night. . They give the bait of happiness, to the greedy soul in search of love. They have me stop by the road, And showed where flew all the doves. . So I turned where they led me, giving them a piece of my heart. For now I am living in pieces they own I wished they share it back their part. . But they took me for a guest there, While I was naming them a home of mine. Their path was cold so were their hearts, I urged to hold hands but they always denied. . Cold Hearts hid under their chest though, I was raised to never deny sharing my parts. Soon they walked away leaving me alone, Parts of me left here & Parts with those cold hearts. . ~S...

In the woods of this far off land, where no lights fall upon. I walk in numbness with no direction I could call mine. So in circles I chose to walk for a little while, In search of ends where some hopes were still alive. The woods felt like graves, of laughter died long before. And the leaves stood still, keeping it static in the heart. Neither did no birds fly, to whom I could talk for a while. Nor did no winds blow, and it sucked me out of this life. This was no land where life survives, so how could I do. But I had to walk down here, for no home owned this mind. It hence took me to the wilds, where stillness was paranoid. So far from home it kept me going, or just made me stand in a void. And when my knees wrecked, and hands felt broken. I fell down and screamed in pain, to gods that never existed. “Bring me home, Oh dear Lord!” Some place I could call mine. Why was I lost in desperation, for who left me a million times. It was something my soul was mad...