Incomplete

I must hack my way in to the system,
Churning through veils of thinly spun fibers;
Tangled webs weaved through our hearts.
Timber wolves edging along broken glass
Cut from metallic moonlight deep within...

Distant dying sounds not unlike being born,
Crying away while the tears flow right through
Hollow ghosts biding time until the distant dust...
I do not think so.
Not this time, as I die once more.

I think so, it all makes sense;
Connecting pieces of the puzzle,
Even after you believe it complete...
Closing my eyes, as with my heart,
As I am left behind.