Broken Pieces

Broken pieces, Broken pieces,

She looks to the ground and just leaves them,

She once was an angel, but now more like a demon,

She’s moves like a zombie, all she wants is brains,

To move thru this world, and without all the pain,

She gave it her all now she won’t feel again,

Her heart no longer bleeding or beating,

She wonders how long she can she live without breathing,

Emptiness and numbness, hid perfectly behind a smile,

The only thing in her chest is an echo, of the past she can’t let go,

But continues to fly in the sky, looking for the pilot who told her dreams could last,

She believed in the seeking, for that one who would reach in, and pick up the pieces, to put this here heart in its home,

Now cold and alone,

She felt the last piece fall to its grave, knowing that she will never ever be the same,

Broken pieces, broken pieces,

Here, lay rest on the floor, and she walks on past them, like she’s never seen them before.