1. Where Does This Piece
Disfigured, broken, shattered
Some of the words that I can relate this status
Unwanted, unseen, unheard
Feels like a dead person, with no blood no soul
A nice cut to the ego
To the personality and self
I can't blame when people saw me as appalling and dead
They say I am a missing piece
A want, a need
But what if the puzzle is already finished and as the spare i am, no longer need
Now tell me, oh please speak, in truth with bold
When you see me down the hall approach me im desperate to know
Where oh where does this piece go?
Disfigured body, with that i aint got nothing to show
Like the puzzle, im a piece that no corners to go
Too slim, too big, too loud, too preposterous
Reasons of many why i don't fit with the spaces
Broken. I am. Always been, never left. Hurt people i know, i loved and deared As broken this piece can relate to a puzzle block
A half in two, three or five, using trauma as humor to put the pieces around
Yet this piece is not broken to chunks, not shards nor even cubes
Slowly disintegrating, slowly, yet happening, not stopping the pending doom.
A piece that's broken, broken, broken.
Shattered mirror make a discoball.
I believe the phrase for as long i known I thought i am like this,
shattered but still beautiful
Yet i am no discoball, nor a mirror to be frank
Nothing really special, false gold as a sample
A fake, useless worthless piece of gold, he got the color but got not the worth.
So now, i am here, wondering alone, high and in a trance
Discombobulated as i am, i do not know where to stand
I am tired, of feeling nothing, unwanted, unlove, unknown, unseen, unflattering, unrecognize
But what can i do, i am nothing but a no one
A piece of a puzzle that can finished itself without me, a no one
So now that you heard, the cry in the Blood Moon
Approach me and tell, where oh where does this piece go?
I need to know!
Where is the puzzle that i can fit myself? Where does this bt9 piece go?
