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