One Thousand Shards

One thousand shards fall down from the sky,
Tearing me apart, my hope screams goodbye,
The conflict has left my tattered and torn,
But I catch a sent of the blood, ah its so warm.

Couldn't help but feel it, only an arm's reach away,
Just wanted to hold it, cherish it some way,
But that's all a fleeting thought,
A hope for something that's not.

Conflicted by tongue and mind,
Its now the present I want to leave behind,
Curl up in a ball, or start somewhere fresh,
In order to keep these wires repressed.

My Mechanical Heart beats slower when she's around, savoring every ounce of blood,
The sinews reach out, stretching their way through the mud,
They reach out for a small flicker of heart,
But sometimes its easier to have a fresh start.

To repress the feelings that lead to destruction.

-Sir Jestro