Fragments

Fragments of myself have been hovering, Suspended above me in my own abyss of isolation. And all this time I've been trying so hard to grab ahold of them, Repeatedly reaching out in acts of desperation. But every time I grasped to catch them... My own touch had just pushed them farther away.

Noose

You've been searching, though rubble from your past. Just digging to find a reason, to make your life last. You'll need to look skyward, if you want to find hope. Because looking back at those memories, will send you straight to a rope.