Analysis of Pieces of Jason

There are pieces of Jason....
Scattered 'round Me,
Littering the yard... Debris from a shattered fantasy... that once was My religion.
Pieces of Jason.  Imbedded in My soul.... taking their toll...
And bleeding My existence.
Pieces of Jason,  are clouding My vision.
In a fog, I see Him everywhere,  as, blankly,  I stare,  Still astounded.... by this loss,
And the sadness I've been forced to inhale.
And, I'm pale... with this stale heartache.
Still, fractions of Jason... with His fractured mentality... that thinks it can throw rainbows on My blackened grounds...
Trying... by leaps and bounds... to erase His
Mistakes...