Pieces of a Broken Saint

Pieces of a broken past reside with loves long gone,
Moving forward with pieces of a fractured future.
Carrying the weight of the world, moving forward, but hardly moving on.
Persistent pains of constant torture.
But he holds nothing but love in his heart.
He uses sheer force of will,
To ensure the world never falls apart.
Ashes scattered to the wind, he loves you all still.
His heart bleeds love, but is often ignored.
All because you’ve all become complacent, or bored.
So as he pours his crimson red paint,
Pay your homage to the pieces of a broken saint.


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