Blenders are Raining

[PyroPsion69]

I should be sulking/sobbing/depressing right (those damn empath girls again) now but for some reason I'm strangely calm. I know why too, but I don't know whether or not to believe it, or, ugh...sometimes I think it would be better if I didn't have any extra senses...nah...makes life more interesting . So I treat you to some goofy poetic attempt at being depressing (if you wanna read some of the real dark stuff, lemme know, I love exchanging stuff)

Pieces fall to the barren earth
Clicking, thinking, fitting in
Painting the sign of another rebirth
And a death at the hands of the wind
Their light is lit, the symbol is shown
But the path remains barren and cold
What is there in seeking the already known
Found the doorway but can't find the key
Chains locked, the gateway is shut
Buried in sand, lost in debris
Ka-thunk!
I look to my left at the pile of junk
Crash!
Blenders, toasters, vacuums galore!
A venerable appliance sale without a store
Ovens, computers, kitchen sinks, and more
Falling, assimilating, fitting their way
Wait, these aren't pieces
No one needs a lampshade in a puzzle
It's all making a mess and causing delay
Once again, life is upside down
Three moons, half a star, muffins in the sky
More utter nonsense each time I turn around
...Darn, now I'm in the mood for breakfast