To Create. To Live

Questions of Self Loathing

When will you fail,

To find the pieces of my mind

What would you be,

If your life was from another time?

How would the light you bring,

Reach the one who needs it most?

Who would hold my heart,

After it breaks inside my chest?

Where is this rose colored glass,

Of which my fate would hide?

Do you know the fragile kind,

That resides within the dark?

What are you to walk,

With one who cares for nothing?

And riddle me now,

For I mustn't resist

To dare to ask this question,

What would I do without you?