Intro: Pieces…Pieces…Missing pieces…Pieces found…What picture will I see? One of the more darker works…
So hard to grasp what’s real…
Pieces peeled back to reveal “shades” of grey…
Jagged edged with no place being where they are…
Perhaps they personify my very heart…
Always feeling out of place…
With no ability to placate this animus that emenates…
Pumps straight through my veins…
Circulates…
Hence each breath I breathe carries “bodies” built by bane…
With no hope for any escape from this premade fate…
I breathe these pieces in…
I breathe them back in…
While my eyes wince tight…
Jagged edges migrate…
Loose ties bound by singed strips of sinewed skin…
Pinned to a central weight…Spins the wheel towards the preordained…
For no matter how hard I try to right my place…
I have no control over my own fate…
Or my very own soul chooses all the plights…
Hence my body begets blight…
For right is not me…
My heart attempts to fight…
Pulse by inspite of the vile edged pieces of me…
But there shall be no relief until my soul’s released…
For it’s not me…!!!
Birth merged two unknown beings…!!!
I’m not me!!!
Silent Scholar 