Chessman's Endless Heartbreak

The sound of broken glass

And shattered ice

The sound of tears

Falling down

To the deep oblivion

That is winter

That is snow

That is cold

That is...loneliness

The pain is unbearable

It stings and burns

And freezes

And destroys

This isn't my desire

Isn't my desire to live

Live like this

But to whom does this concern

Anyway?

For one to listen

To my pleas of a painless end

And to leave this place

That pains me so

But if you listen

You will hear

The snowy wind

That never ceases to swirl around me

Never ceases to chill my bones

To the core

Has Death heard?

Death heard my existence begging to be gone

From this broken world

Tattered and shredded by the frost that swirls?

Or is he deafened by my screams

Of sorrow and agony

Or maybe the shards that circle 'round

And claw at my life force?

Slowly depleting it?

Until I am nothing but a frozen shell

Of what I once was

That is lost in nothingness

Not ever to be found?

Will I be found?

Will I be free

Of Life's treacherous

Clutches?

Life is a cruel being

Always surrounds me

Crumbling my walls

And splintering the natural forces

That keep me grounded

He doesn't concern himself

With my sorry burdens

Forsakes my existence

Like I'm merely a pawn

A pawn

In a game of chess

He is the player

The King

And I

I am a Pawn

In his force

Just a toy to be used

And a person to be drowned

The sound of broken glass

And shattered ice

The sound of tears

Falling down

To the deep oblivion

That is winter

That is snow

That is cold

That is...loneliness

That

Is a chessman's game

Of endless heartbreak