And thus, I break

Gazing at your broken body,
Lying on the gold paving,
The look of defeat plastered on your face,
You remind me of the feeling,
The feeling when your soul is lost,
In a winding maze of shadows you dare not look in the eye
Or when your thirst is so great,
The winding acid seeping from the ceiling,
Is liquid you look at fondly,
When sleep, her majesty,
The only thing you hold so dear,
Cannot perform her magic tricks,
And Thus, I lie
Sitting on streets paved in gold,
My reddened cheeks dry,
And become drenched in tears again
I long for thread
Thread is all I need,
Thread is all I want,
To stitch your broken body back together