Fallen pieces; fragments of a broken dreamer scattered about
Reach for the pieces to that solemn puzzle of a life
The decay of a rotting soul, take it away
For it is not wanted by anyone, not even the victim in which it rests
Memories cascade into the intellectual sanctum
There is life, upon other organisms new one's grow at a quick pace
They fight for dominance of the victim
It too slowly decays from the over-powering souls engulfing it
It's sadness is shared by many other things, for they wish to lift the burden
This is it's way of saying "I'm wanted by someone, or something"
They disagree, but it doesn't listen
They eat away until nothing but more fragments are left
It's fragments join the last victim's
You're next....
