CAMELOT FANTASIES

PIECES'

I don't know where I am, mentally I've become undone.
My mind is distant, wanting to refrain.
Crawling back, into myself again.
Feeling like, I want to run.
Soulfully, I'm falling apart.
Distant my heart, but I wont run.
I pick up the pieces, again a new start.
If feelings aciculate, all luvs' souls, are there to take.
Falling apart, it's life's fate.
Pieces blowing thru, nothing to compensate.
Aciculate thru & thru, and to hell again too.