alone in my dormant feelings,
black light follows my every move
Pillfering me into silence
Prone to customary ways,
I am ashamed
Broken in two, I cling to the parts I have
Hands over my eyes
Tears flitter out of the creases of my hands
Albeit within myself light shines,
Only my soul is withered

Love not known
Kindness just another thought wisping in my hair
I do not know where I come from
I do not pilfer to what I do
Broken in two,
I am a withering flower
None to smell of my beautiful fragrance

The rancid breath of my death is known
But alive and kicking is what I belong
Torturing me into depths of longing
My hands ache with longevity
Presenting me my raw flesh to cold tombs of time
Altogether combustions of life foreces surround me
But I do not flounder or fall
My pride is too great

That is what is broken in two
Me, Myself, and I.........