conciever of thoughts that drive me
seeking some substance to get me through
your once accomplished device
is breaking in my hands
shaking pieces scattered in my head
lying awake am i a mistake?
i am your fallen flattery.
is it the end?
will it be?
cant it be?
your once accomplished device
is what u still demand
no longer can u take away from me
what ive held, it belongs to me
ive taken it away.forever.for eternity.
your once accomplished device
is broken in my hands.
