Picking Up The Pieces

Locked in the room, door made of light yet I am blind

I can't get out, you can't get in, we are made to suffer

Both become one as one brother needs to be with the other

Two parts of the same whole, parted by eternal seperation

Light side and dark side must be one before the door can open

But I am two people forever one that hates and one that loves

In me they each try to break free but won't leave together

Causing anguish and a breaking of my heart over again

And then the thoughts return from a former life

I wish I was in a dirt bed wearing wooden pajamas

Nail the coffin shut and make sure no light enters

I must go back to the dark and it starts now, it starts today

Connected by the pain we make the trek through the heat

Clouded with everything that locks our lungs

We fight to breath but I am about ready to give up

Laying down to die, is it the only thing left in me?

This pain, this torture, the horror, the terror

It's all in my mind, it's all in my flesh, it beats in my heart

My soul has forgotten how to fly as I am shackled to the loss

Forgiveness is out of reach and I am reborn into the black

Ash grey gates go up in flames as soon as I walk in

There is no going back there is only falling foward

Walking down the night path I slip into the silence

And when the screams begin to pour out all the monsters awake

No power no voice no hope no rest

I am the thin man shivering in the cold

This life I live I hate and it does not go away

After all my wishes and all my prayers, not even chance banishes the slain

The flame of anger now burns me alive

I cannot control the heat of the sword in my heart

It will not release itself and fly from my mouth

Will it take a killing to get out everything that I hold?

Or will it only make me worse then I am, falling faster toward the deep unknown

These scars don't fade with time as my spirit grows faint

Trying to pick up the broken parts of my life I come apart

Over and over again I can never find meaning to this life

Where is my justice, where is my truth, will I ever be free?

As my innards toss within me I scream out and no one knows my cries

I am of the dying race, never to be seen again