• Mending the pieces one by one, that are all
    Scattered on the floor from stones cast upon my glass
    Barrier, requires more than just conventional methods.

    Each unit lay jagged and spread across the moist earth
    Which rests beneath the scarred souls of my bare feet.
    Every step is another cut just inching its way into my
    Body, releasing cries of pain and thick molasses.

    My eyes Searching every which way
    For an Angel to come to my saving.
    But all there is to see is a vast plain of
    Endless, freshly charred wood, that crumbles with the wind.

    On top of broken glass, making my way with the little bit of
    Hope I have left, in search for what can only be compares to as
    Nirvana.