Disintegrating Form

A figure fades, fragmented and worn, Eyes aglow with a crimson dawn. The world around, a chaotic storm, As identity dissolves, and form is torn. In splintered glass, a reflection lies, A shattered self, with fractured eyes. The light that binds, a tenuous thread, As being unravels, and the soul is bled. In this disintegration, we find our fate, A dance with chaos, an uncertain state. The red ember glows, a heart's last beat, As the figure fades, a soul retreats. In fragments, we find the truth we hide, A mosaic self, with pieces inside. The artwork whispers secrets, of the soul's dark night, And the beauty that emerges, in the fragmented light.