Broken pieces

Broken pieces of my heart
Scattered feelings drift apart
Rambling over some twaddle thought
What I hoped for I never got

A pallid dot in the crimson hue
Where the path leads, have no clue
The oozing oil will not last
The dreading storm is approaching fast

Past shadows my hopeful present
Devoid of hope, my life is a crescent
Daunted I wail, my cry does fade
Burning in pain, I wait for the shade

Burning in pain, I wait for the shade