Lost Shapes And Broken Lines

Wasted souls in a vast domain.
Battered shells are all that remain.
Weakened hearts and tattered minds.
Lost shapes and broken lines.

Gone are the days of suple curves.
Here to stay are tortured nerves.
The relievers of pain are all that binds
lost shapes and broken lines.

We are terrified we troubled ones.
Lost in the swirling vortex our life is done.
Staring in fear at the disease that dines
on lost shapes and broken lines.

We once were a happy pair.
We lived our lives without a care.
For those days I sorely pine.
The days before lost shapes and broken lines.

Death is now our only relief
it's certainty is our belief.
Once we were free from the tangled vines.
The tangled vines of lost shapes and broken lines.

This is the end my beautiful friend.
A new life together we begin.
Forever we shall make lovely rhymes
free from lost shapes and broken lines.