belonging to hell and half alive

It's darkness in here
and the clouds are misty
with the luminous moon alight
shiny through the dusty curtains
Not touched ? since the dawn of time?
I'm sat here alone
quieter than a mute
and belonging to hell
not just sat here of course
not lazy I'm sowing my heart
looking for missing pieces
to glue back in
but your the missing piece
and you don't want me
my hearts not pink any more
I've painted it black
its the colour of a smokers lung
its black and broken and half alive