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
