This brain of mine is a fragile thing, held together with a straying string

It leaves my body most nights, diving deep in the dark sea of frights

It swims along shipwrecks of loss and pointless dreams, drowning in screams

While I stand on shore, lost, alone, without a piece of me so core.

This heart of mine is a broken wing, at night I rip it out and swing

As I see it within my sights, I convince myself it’ll reach new heights

It’s privy to all my schemes, plopping down into the sea it never gleams

I pick it up still on that shore, lost, alone without a piece of me so core.

This soul of mine it doesn’t sing, out from it not even a ping

I wonder if it’s lost its lights, or if the broken me afflicted it with my blights

Yes, my soul is ripped at the seams, but my hatred, oh, how it beams!

I stand on the shore, lost, alone, without pieces of me so core.