Pieces of sand, blown by the wind
Leaves turned red, by autumn’s breath
Dark as the night, cold as the snow
Pieces of sand, my heart has gone
A looming darkness has appeared
To take away all I hold dear
To ravage my soul, my mind, my life
To break me into grains of sand
Unwillingly I fall apart
Broken by thoughts, by love, by life
And scattered all over the place
I tried to piece myself together
I tried but even though I tried
I was far gone, no longer cared
No longer me, no longer there
Oh look the Sun is leaving
Going away, leaving me here
Alone, afraid, broken and lost
With nothing left to see or feel
Except the sound of my soul breaking
Covered by birds which fly above
Unfazed by this red painted sky
The crimson clouds, the leaving Sun
Without much haste I lie down
Lie down on the fallen leaves
And look above, look at the sky
I close my eyes and start to think
Perhaps we’re wrong, and wrong is us
Perhaps the sky above is different
Perhaps instead it’s not a sky
It is a an ocean of clear water
And our world is upside down
Perhaps we walk on this clear water
Not under the sky, instead above it
Perhaps our world is upside down
And when we die we just fall down
We fall and drown in this water
Instead of flying in the sky
Perhaps we fall, we fall and drown.
As I lie there thinking
I feel her cold hands on my face
Her coldness which is truly hers
Her coldness which is hers alone
Her hands, my cheeks, my neck, my eyes
My eyes lazily open up
And in the hazy crimson sky
I see her face, her eyes, her hair
And then I come to realize
That even though I tried
To piece myself back up together
I failed and I know now why
Because the pieces are no longer mine
Those pieces I no longer need
Because the pieces are now hers
She came and ripped me apart
The pieces which now fly
Dark as the night, cold as the snow
Are pieces I no longer need
Are darkness she has fought so hard
To rip apart and throw away
To make my soul, my heart, my life
Forget about the darkest parts
Which are now scattered by the wind
Like grains of sand, like leaves of autumn
Leaving behind a brand new me
A one that’s scared, and open and free
A one that’s hers to hold and love
A one that’s hers to guide and teach
A one that’s better, one that’s clean
A one that loves her and love her will
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