Tainted Puzzles

My life is but a picture of twisting swirling lines,
A fuzzy mass of feelings, muddled-up designs.

My life is but a jigsaw, each part a slice of pain,
And when you find a missing piece, the image moves again.

My life is but a movie, the people are the cast,
The end is never happy, tainted by my past.

My life is but a dream now, although it has an end,
For I will fade away as the dark night sky descends.