Broken,
Miss used,
Under managed and self consumed,
We walk in shadows of the darkness,
Become the dust that now trails from steps,
Each grain that is gone is,
lost into the forbidding of time,
We grow in constant sin,
Fighting a war that no one can win.

There are vermin’s of passion,
Which are believed yet denied,
A true test of the great lies that shatter pride,
too late, to soon, to near and yet still to far,
If there is a light in all this the pain,
Then it is only felt yet never seen,

Abused battered emotions lie in shatters,
Take a tit for a tat,
The rest leave in tatters,
Crazy little white horse,
Only wants to make its way home,
Wronged by the false sense of security,
Mis lead by the shadows of ghosts,
With the dust they carry,
Grain by grain,
Piece by piece,
With out self justice,
There will be no inner peace.