These Piercing Thoughts

all the words did hide 
to match a heavy heart locked inside. 

here exists a mind that dwells,
bombarded by piercing, heavy thoughts.

a habit so rusty,
left unattended till dusty.

mere words won't suffice
to picture what's intangible.

a point of turn so long ago

stains all in present,

tainting everything.

a facade of life

albeit the silent scrunches

to satisfy the questionings.

one day all will fade

and what's left would be a soul long dead.