Pieces Of Me

That heart beat that was never felt

Losing its own count
Ripped from the throat down
Suppressing all voices

Eyes that never saw

Pierces through to my soul
I guess those windows are tinted
Banging sounds that echo in my ears like explosions
When lungs don’t produce anymore
Frozen and need no donor

Rib cages braking in

Stab wounds at multiple spots
You could open and see
It’s not a puzzle
Organs burning with shock
Death of dirt inside

Am I breathing or static reacting to life?

My skull with scars visible to the naked eye
My words as tubes to feed those scars
These are not beats or pulses
Pieces that combined with age

Sizes of veins bigger than the amount of blood

My knee caps shifted because I kneel
My faith and believe is much stronger
Pulled strings like guitars on muscles
Face off, face on

Volcanic eruptions through my pores

My hair lifted and pointed in pain
Is that my brain?
My physical support is not structured when I’m standing
Take my hands and spread them

Let my feet bleed and burn with that distance

Pieces of me, let me be me in those pieces.
Pieces Of Me…