My Broken World

I stand upon the crumbled ruins

Where glory once flourished

But now is stained with bruises.

My heart holds revolutions

Against those who do not nourish

I stand upon the crumbled ruins.

I dream of my losses

And of what I did not accomplish

But now is stained with bruises.

My castle stands in heaps of rubbles

Those hateful men did demolish

I stand upon the crumbled ruins.

I fixate on the delusions,

Of a long lost courtship

But now is stained with bruises.

I never felt so useless

Never before unwanted.

I stand upon the crumbled ruins

But now is stained with bruises.