posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 02:49 PM
Had a chance to glide over my stream of solitude.
Shattered pieces of my strength catch the wind briskly.
No backbone left in my delicate heart.
Time stands still.
Will this moment pass?
Death; will you step up your game?
In recent times, seems I have no name.
Gut wrenching thoughts float in my head.
My hearts being squished like a rotten tomato.
It's hard to breath or even see.
My brain injury inevitably makes it's quest.
Did not kill me, but won't let me rest.
Falling apart would be too simple.
Wings of a guardian....find me now.
-nat the mangled cat-
edit on 16-2-2013 by natalia because: (no reason given)
edit on 16-2-2013 by natalia because: (no reason