A tapestry of lives gone by

Rich threads from what we cry

Frays of the past evoking

Gaze of the future corrupting

 

My stream carries its fallen leaves

Its purpose only defined by what it receives

Broken mind and beaten guilt

A blackened soul only I have built

 

Tears like beads down a porcelain doll

She is there to no longer make me whole

As I possessed a poison I could not bleed

And a grace that could not be freed