open up,
my disgrace,
surgery helps keep me in place-
piece by piece,
given away,
but…what is there left of me?

shoes in the sun,
walking on dreams,
spitting out these cries for “please”-
it’s okay,
“you’re my disease”
but… what is there left for faith?

harder still,
all for keeps,
that’s how we used to play-
piece by piece,
down the drain,
now the rain just doesn’t cease…

chewing pills,
in my sleep,
a bottle filled for pain-
piece by piece,
through my veins,
now i’m falling through release…

hoodied hair,
hide from stares,
always trying, like you care-
hollowed hope,
dust in despair,
is there anyone left in there?

ghost in you,
walking pawn,
the dreams stopped holding on-
you’re not here,
you’re barely there,
…is it your turn for what’s fair?