The Birth of the Broken
Silence
No clocks ticking
No wind blowing
No thoughts
No mind
Blessed, calm, serene, almost holy
Silence
Shadows
Crawling
Cowering
Sneaking
Staring
Listening
“You almost had me”
They heard
“But now you lost me for sure
Cause I know
You’re not worth it
Just not worth it anymore”
“But then again stranger “
The Lord behind him said
“Who is ever worth it
What is ever worth it
Worth struggling for
Worth crying for
Worth reaching for
Worth dying for”
A whimper was
What shadows heard
As his head and heart
Broke into pieces
“Nothing Sir”
The Broken said
“Very Good”
The Lord replied
“Then thou shalt come with me”
“Yes my Lord
My greatest Lord
My only Lord”
They heard the Broken shaping up
As he was kneeling down
Then they heard him voice his vow
He filled the emptiness
With an eerie sound
“I, Oh Lord,
Shall share
My Pain
My Pride
It’s broken
Deep Inside
Share
The Pain
Break
The People
Break
Their Minds
Break
Their Hearts
Break
And keep living
By being
Broken”
A Smirk was what the shadows saw
The widest Grin they’ve seen so far
From the greatest Lord of Shadows
A tempest rose
Storming winds
A thunder roared
A blinding strike
The Shadows
Were gone
The Broken
And his lust of blood
Left to do
What’s left to do
He bared his teeth
Oh Yes
That’s good
The Silence
He remembered
The Silence
But there are still things
To Break
Before he could go
Silent
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