Broken
As I look down on the broken past
I know what I loved and hoped are gone at last
I try and fight my inner hate
And try to fix my darken fate
I stab my shadow and steal its soul
uses its blood to fill the hole
but the black flame of the light
still can't bend the shadowed night
and the one that knows this all
can tell you even the greatest angels fall
So toward the back of my mind
I run to what I can find
and as the found can truly see
I find the second part of me
then the past is whole once more
I find freedom in my mind's new glass door
but as I look down at my twisted hand
I see in the mirror an insane man's land
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