Falling To Pieces

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Falling to pieces
Falling to pieces
Falling to pieces
Falling to pieces

I am a broken puzzle
On the floor at your door
You left me there to
Pull myself together
But I don’t know how
These pieces fit
Now I am just useless

You build me up to knock me down
And I let it happen
I went along with your plan
Because I was too blind to see ahead
Everything that felt so right
Was wrong inside
How am I
Supposed to say goodbye?

Once upon a time
Not so long ago
You came into my life
And I felt your warmth
Now all that I have
Are the hallows
You ditched me in
To fend for myself

But I am just a foolish girl
Who never should trust this evil world
But I must believe there is life for me
No, I will not bleed at my seams

You build me up to knock me down
You knock me down
You knock me down
Why?
You build me up to knock me down
And I let it happen
I went along with your plan
Because I was too blind to see ahead
Even now when I know the truth
I would still follow you
I would still follow you

I’d follow you

I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling away

SAM_0479

Tick-Tock

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He could hear the ticking echo through his ears. When the minute hand moved he felt the stinging in his heart which grew stronger and stronger. He knew he was running out of time.

His breath felt like thunder, shaking in his bones. Each step he ran was a race against the hour hand.

Tick.

The pain in his chest brought red dots to his eyes. Stumbling on the pavement he kept on because he knew he had no time.

Collapsing inside their cage, his lungs began to cave. Every breath was forced and shallow. The doubt began to fill in the hollow thoughts. Would he make it?

Tock.

He lost his breath. The pain spread from his chest like a virus. The world before him began to blur. Like a blind man he kept forwards. His feet like cement, the effort to keep moving torturous. His whole body ached, but he could not stop now.

Tick.

A cry escaped his lips. Everything was cloaked in darkness. He was so close. Nearly there. But time keeps ticking and his end was near.

Just move forward. Don’t give in.

Tock.

His heart began to beat in time with the second hand. Each heartbeat roared in his head. His rib cage tightened, restricting his lungs, and crushing his heart. No longer could he continue on as his legs buckled underneath his weight.

Her arms reached for him, but she was too late. By the time she revealed the watch attached to his chest, the hour and minute hand ticked together as he let out his last breath.

With a sob she took the device in her hand and removed the brass watch from his flesh. The golden numbers spread around the face was covered with a brass rib-cage.

Just a little something I cooked up after this week’s picture it & write photo. Check it out!