Pick Up The Pieces

The colors twist;The colors turn.
Into a hole of darkness.
Awaiting the arrival of death, love.
The cold touch, lingers here.
Begging for feeding. Feeding of love.
You broke it, you bought it!
Repaired it,
Only for it to fall to the ground
You sit there,
Happy and joyful.
Leave me here to,
Feel the deep pain.
My heart pierced by the needle of hate.
Blood was the savior,
But times have changed.
Write this out, and share it with you.
The one I hoped for,
Only farther away.
Letting you know how I feel,
Taking away my every meal.
The meal of hope, the meal of love.
In short, sweet doses.
Let the world declare sadness and over wear.
Pick up the pieces, not relive the pain.