he left her there
broken and in tears
crying out for something she could not recall
could not remember
twisted shards of her mentality
scattered around like so much broken glass
others mixed in her with her
piercing her mind
reading her thoughts
laughing at her frailness
she will clutching his scraps of metal
as a lifeforce
as the ones that she steals
she will waste away without him
become a slip of silk
a scrap of cotton
whispering in the wind
"I don't want you to go..."
And he, a lump of cold earth
a pale slab of granite
will reply
"I'll be back for these..."
she will twist
turn like a fish in poisoned water
her mind and soul were twisted
almost to the point
of breaking
but not really
because she is as him
she can't ever break
for she will heal
but not her sanity
it will stay twisted
bent at odd forty degree angles
hanging from sharpened trees
laying on black onyx
all making her as
twisted as she was never supposed to be
she will still scream
"I don't want you to go..."
and still he will say
"I'll be back for these..."