Scattered pieces, open wounds
Withered hearts of yesterday; 
Tiny evils pull and tear
On our hearts they dance and play; 
Swaying on a sea of dark
Lack of stars to guide our way; 
Restless, wanting, need of light
To end our night, invite our day; 
Haunted by our past and present
Taken from us peace of mind; 
Faceless puppets point and laugh
Yet, what we have they cannot find; 
Thoughts are twisting, feels like spinning
Exhausted from our frantic binds; 
Lonely seems to last forever
All we seem to have is time; 
Sickened and engulfed by nothing
Leaving seems to answer 'why'; 
Nervous at the thought of something
Always mindful, passing by; 
Moth is landing, pace is slowing
Cocoon is formed and something dies; 
Reborn with a single touch
A new, within each other lies; 
Watching, holding, wanting, learning
The moments seem to make us strong; 
Warm embraces, life is blury
Forever, will each other long; 
Emerging from the heavy cast 
Spreading wings, the sound of song; 
So much love to never last
Flutter with the wind, then gone...                
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