I am broken now. Broken and corroded. The actions of entropy. Matter cannot be created or destroyed. Every second, matter is created and destroyed. Break the rules.
Broken, glass shards poised precariously near. Broken lips on a bottle of beer. Broken hearts speaking in the tin vocabulary of a thousand songs.
Broken body, broken game. Broken is broken as broken is lame. Broken now, I feel untamed. What difference does it make if the end is the same?
Break everything, the pieces never fit together again. Lost forever in time, words I regret and cherish. Words and words, but more. The places and faces will never be the same. Faces with no body but a name.