Pieces of My Heart: Chapter Two

As I look at the very last piece of me, i think of the shattered ones left behind.
As i look at the very last piece of me I see it is mine.
As i look at the blood dripping, and feel the very last of me slipping...
I am taken away.
Anger becomes me, I hide the last piece of me and i fight.
I grow angrier with every strike.. dont beg...dont plead.
I grow angrier with every memory of what was me..
as i look at the very last piece of me.