A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

Garden Of Broken Toys

            I have searched...........I have sought out, answers too complex eluded me but I knew they were there! My eyes were not closed..........simply not focused. I struggled to see. I struggled to breath, to be real but I am not real. I am a little toy with strings to pull and buttons to push. I have looked too kindly on my enemies and I have buried my friends. I sit apart but not quite alone, always separate.

            This garden of darkness, this orchard of hate I have so neglected has thrived on it's own. The fermented remains of the harvest it gives forth have rendered me helpless now.

            My fragile flowers of love still grow in sunlit corners, abandoned to hold their own and the little birds that bring my dreams have scattered to the winds.

            My only shelter is this tree that shades me, this tree from which my very life was born. My blood flows through its veins to darken its leaves with pain but still it stands.