I’m broken, I’m flawed,
I’m erratic and gnawed,
There’s so much to say,
Yet so little words to fathom,
I’ve been drowning in this abyss,
Whilst this world is yet another chasm.
I seek no God, for it is thine true self that I need,
Agonising itself in the bottomless pit of his,
The pain comes in waves,
And goes away as such,
But yet the pieces of my broken self,
Are far beyond my clutch.
The slumber of pain I’ve constantly dwelled in,
They’re the figments of mere actions of thine own doing.