Broken vow..

I’ve been looking through the broken glass for some time..
It’s dividing my face into crumb..
So..When I tried to touch it..
My imaginary Wounds seem to be real..
Since that all the pieces are hard to find..dangerous to touch..
and painful to feel..
Then.. I figured out that they’re actually real blades..
Scrashing me Till All my sences start to bleed..
Till I become a silent agony..
While scissors of shame are cutting my conscious feelings..

All I could do then is to turn away..
And try to never look back !
Then.. I found out that..
In my shell..dreams are intoxicated..
They’re just hopping to become real..
While Broken hearts are beeing devoured by starving monsters..
They are just beeing thrown off the scent everafter..
They may survive..
They may die..Who knows..

I’ve tried to keep walking on my way..and to kill the pain..
Words can never stop time..
Nor raining Stones breaking glasses and souls..

Sorrow is my umber..
It’s the only true temper..
That I know out of my blue bubble..