Broken Toys

Take a look around you at these people in their seats,
Each and every one of them is living by the beats
Of those hearts they once knew and loved,
Until the day came when their affections were shoved

To the ground and shattered, and there is nothing to be done
As they are lost and vacant, for their lovers have won
The lives of other painted dolls and armoured soldiers,
And the weight of their pain is the death on their shoulders.

See how they are scattered across the dusty floor,
Left alone and broken right outside the door.
All unwanted toys of helpless human emotion,
Suspended in the imagined world of devotion.

Discarded without a second thought, we cry
Ourselves to sleep each night, and we try
To comprehend in our crushed minds just where
It all went wrong, and in our cold and empty stares

There is no sign of recognition or motion,
Because we have already drowned in the vast ocean
Of cruelty and despair, and no matter how many
Lifeboats you send, we will not be rescued by any.

When you have loved once, you’ll never love again
Because a piece of you is missing from this pitiful game
Known fondly, formally, to the best of us, as life
Though deep down we know in reality it is strife.

And yet we still wait; feeble and meek,
Day after day, week after lonely week
For that one maker who can transform our pain;
The one who gives us sunshine through dismal rain,

Their heart in a smile, and love in an embrace,
But until then we hide behind this painted face,
And in our eyes the sadness runs through to our minds;
Our existence but a story that bonds and yet binds.

Running With The Wolves

When I say I’m running with the wolves,
You may only stop and wonder.
So to save you from your confusion,
I’ll describe to you this thunder.

My mind is chaotic with this lightning;
It’s illuminating my failures to you all,
So breathe deep this revelation,
As I describe to you my downfall.

My heart is slowly dying;
Pierced with this poisoned blade
Of indignation and lies.
Soon the steady beat will fade

And die. He stole his heart back,
Left mine to become bitter and rot.
No longer content with me,
He searches for a time he forgot.

Now I am lost and empty,
Alone in this dismal horror.
I must find my escape,
If only a while I may borrow.

You will wake in the morn,
And as always I will not be there,
But know that I love you,
And for you I’ll always care.

I have found my path
And followed it on.
My Guardian has received me,
And so I must be gone.
But leave behind your tears,
As I have left my own,
With them I have left my Spirit,
To guide you all the way home.

So tonight, I’m running with the wolves.