Incineration: The Broken World

I am but a fragment,
the lesser part of something more.
This division leaves me incomplete.

I long for completion,
to be reassembled, detached.
I am the obsolete!

Those who create for,
another’s need.
Will never revel,
they’ll only bleed.

Surrounding encumbrance,
coerced habitation with those,
I cannot stand to be near.

Ironically scathing!
This life that I work so hard for,
keeps me from what I need.

Voracious packs,
only exist to feed,
off everything that,
I have in me.

Collapsing upon myself!
the light burned out,
so very long ago.

So long ago!

It’s plain to see!
So watch as I spiral down,
collide and crash,
into the broken world.

Descend downwards,
into the dark.
Are you not entertained,
by the fall?

Only misery enthralls!

All my sadness,
and pain on display.
It’s the only way,
you’d ever need me.

The only way,
you would believe me!

Collapsing upon myself!
the light burned out,
so very long ago.

So long ago!

It’s plain to see!
So watch as I spiral down,
collide and crash,
into the broken world.

Broken world,
you’ve broken me!

Collapsing upon myself!
the light burned out,
so very long ago.

So long ago!

It’s plain to see!
So watch as I spiral down,
collide and crash,
into the broken world.