the missing parts of a jigsaw

in the ruby dark november morning
all the life shattered as the broken mirror
i played all the pieces as if a jigsaw
i feared to lose its marble tinies

you're the one presented me that enigma
i am sick of playing your game
why did you hide this magic parts
do you want me suffer from you

i've collected shapes from my crumbling room
and vision the missing parts of you
your tragedy leak into me, i'm charged
my heart craved your thorns to grieve

all my intelligence in the head
not enough to discover your secret
as i see, i'm not the foreteller
of complex questions in that jigsaw
has there anyone to order you but me
the night pieces to the right grids

i disappear, i disapear beside
can be noone at all but an empty
i deserve dismiison but not that cruelly
i could be noone and let me be

how i will end up that joy
the trails of sorrow on my face as deeper
i accept, to determine a toy
the night pieces to the right grids