The Mindless

What have you carried away?

All of the broken bones.
With no where to store them.

Just take them, and leave them.
And come back for more.
There is nothing left, for robbery.

The lack of heart you cannot find, gives you no right to take from mine.

Plays of Repeat

Every part of her was awakening.
Everything living.
And beautiful.

But in the end, it all goes away.
All it took was one thing.


And all the pieces fell apart, once again.