Glass Marionette
A conscience too divided
A sight that knows both sides
With a shadow too demented
And the power of the light
This silence yet becomes me
The mirror of your pain
You choose to let it take you
And so I rise again
Now silence still becomes me
The mirror of your love
This brightness does fulfil you
And so I rise above
A chapel of absorption
An angel of my death
A single unseen nothing
A puppet drawing breath
A void that stalks beside me
And a light that makes me stand
Contorted by these demons
As they pull at my dead hands
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