~::~ Disbanded Thoughts ~::~
For every half, there is a whole.
For every hand, there’s one to hold.
Every heart has a soul
But why has mine gone so cold
It numbs my body, it numbs my mind,
It seems a bright orb, it makes me blind
It rubs in raw, yet it’s sometimes kind
I wander for a cure, O where shall I find?
Clear as night, dark as day,
Still wanting answers, yet here I lay.
Wanting to break free from this place, I pray
Hiding gazillion feelings within, thoughts affray