Wind and Sand

Cast the words from your mouth
I've got nothing to say
I've heard what you meant
Cast a wall of steel and concrete
Division and separation
This is what you want
All promises are wind and sand
Don't say anything more
I've heard it
I've heard it
I've heard it before
And the past hasn't changed
And neither have you

Whatever happened to 
All the promises
I ever made
I broke them all and 
I broke myself

Skin

My skin can barely keep back
                    all these broken pieces
                                        jostling around
                                                           inside me.

Broken hearted but 
your tongue is still working

Let's build a new life 
upon these broken bones. 

Broken Cymbal Symphony

How strange it is to feel
broken
and not know
where
or how. 

At Some Point

Everything is 
broken or
breaking and
there is 
nothing I
can do
to help
everyone.

Broken

Pretty

Things