The Bits and Pieces.

Sanity marches, out of the secure confines.
Decides to flee, like a freed bee
Weary of the webs, it keeps on twisting the threads
Peeks through the tiny holes, as the time rolls
She glances within, her fingers are gripping
Disintegrated. She thinks to herself,

The bits and pieces,

Explosions inside, deafening sounds are muted outside.
Stunned. Eyes the insanity and grunts. I bet you want to dethrone, I bet with all my bones
Battles the exteriors, leans towards the wreck
Lost are the words, and screams, muted again.

The bits and pieces, awed.

A contact with the dust relives the dismay
Gathers the fragments, to search for the fits
Tries to assemble, make sense out of the zilch.
Blurred is the periphery, the focus perpetual
Alas! The bits and pieces. No way.