Scattered pieces thrusting my sight

broken pieces of a heart is what it is

Surging of my blood enhances

thoughts all too paralyzed by it

But why is it happening?

When it was never mine



Obsession of my heart beats, too strong

I feel the walls of ice breaking away

as my fingers slowly reaching the broken pieces

to make it whole once again

but why is it happening?

When it was never mine


not just a broken piece

a dagger cutting through me

for my blood burnt all the way down my fingers

And I hear the laments of my heart

But why did I inflict this pain on me?

When it was never mine



scars on my hand telling me what I needed to know

I can never heal it back

for it is someone else’s hand, it is craving for

Only for the one who shattered it

but why did I crave for it?

When I knew it will never be mine