Gold Rush In
Gold Rush In Repair me with gold to find the beauty in my flaws. Fill these empty spaces where I once was. I am shattered. Fix these cracks so that I can feel whole again. Build me stronger than I am capable of being. I feel broken. Pick up the pieces of my soul and look upon them. Figure out the complication, the mystery I am. Or was. I am fragmented. Search for me within the storm of pain; within the heartache. Reach out to me, medicate what torments me. I am suffering. I do exist somewhere within this tornado of despair. Destructive winds battering all that I have left. But, I am not destroyed. I am still in here that woman that I was. Before. I am camouflaged by the monster that feeds upon me. I am hidden. For now I rest in the eye of this apocalyptic terror. Breathing in. Breathing out. Coping as best I can. I am surviving. I cannot see the light to break apart these shadows. I cannot hear a sound...