Rubble

Crumbling stories, the walls cave in
days feel grim, barely raise a grin
fell in a deep rut, I'm sinking
the strain starts to tear skin
the room so dim, lost within
a grave of my own making

The floors collapse, foundations cracked
supports snap under the strain, world turns black
stacked highs grind us down, fall like the skies
when love just tells lies, and smiles turn to sighs

A rumble of ashes as stained glass smashes
shatters the soul, the whole world crashes
cement no longer sticks, the glue that bound us torn apart
the bricks broken like a fragile heart, left alone wondering in the dark
friendships lamented, no longer cemented, mood terminated
by words mistranslated, as the self destruction sequence was activated

Under deep rubble, the dust choking, words not spoken
cant find a voice, my throat wont open
hear a voice in the dark, an angel in part
with a hand to guide, and fix this lost heart

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love,

Kyle.