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Life


Life, its an uphill battle, once you think you've got it covered it gets stalled to a standstill. My family, the loss of my anvil. The grief and agony caused by the cost of a bad thrill. Its the law that reminds me, everything I saw in the past comes to find me. Its raw but its blinding, it consumed me at first so my fall was unwinding. Like the fault in a diamond, beautiful from afar but up close its defining. That fault's now been altered to guide me, an unwilling sacrifice resulting inside me, the ball's still beside me, all i gotta do now is call and she'll find me... These are scattered thoughts of a shattered heart in the shallowed dark, this is the hallowed art of a thousand parts!
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Mbruno89

Moving on with life after numerous losses can be overwhelming at times but as long as there's a new day, life goes on

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