Desperate To Become Whole

Nothing makes sense Nothing is ever real It is not what I think But just what I feel A twist of a word A turn of the heart Heading for devastation A feeling from the start Spouting words so true Yet worthless and vain Never to be realized As fleeting as the pain I give away nothing My heart is filled with less Scattered are dry seeds Destined to sprout a mess Lonely is the wolf tonight Whimpering for a companion A dog sits content by the fire Happy to feel like a champion The world lays before us So plastic and so fake Yet still it is there sitting Just waiting for us to take I have nothing but a wound Desperate to become whole A festering sore for a heart And decaying leaves for a soul