A not-so-daily response to the Daily Prompt’s Daily Post: Chaos
Little by little, breaking, like an old and fragile glass.
Our pieces fell down onto the floor
And soon we were left with nothing more
Than broken glass and shards of our hearts.
There was no-one that would save us.
There was no-one that care
We are the broken and faithless
But by no means are we unaware.
Hell yeah, sure we wanted more.
No way we were going back to war.
Our weary bones could barely hold us up.
But still we fought, not out of luck.
Because deep down we could not give in,
We were like them, afraid of the end
Fearing what lay beyond,
Our fires still lit, we could respond.
Unable to fight but unable to give in
We’d scour the depths of hell for but a single sign
Of something that had our smell
Just a semblance of our memories was all that we required.
While demons around us danced,
While the rest of the world advanced,
We would stay right here, and alone we roam
To rediscover our broken hearts.