Exquisite Dysfunction

Shard's of me fall to your feet

Yet, you seem to crush each piece

Almost, and sincerely, effortlessly.



My mind's suffered a disruption

Yet, you've no problem tossing me

Into a world of ultimate corruption.



The color is my eyes are weary

Yet, you've drained their color

You've left me here to suffer...



Have you ever seen such exquisite dysfunction?

A mind that's suffered such disruption?

Such weary color washing away exsistance?

You've crushed every piece of my from within.



|It's all gone now.|

She's gone.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

First poem of 2010.

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