Broken

Those broken inside
Those with no life left in their souls
Can only be hopeless
For only hope can penetrate the dark fortress of death

No survivor lift in the piles of dead bodies in the grave
Head stones nameless, tombs empty
Thousands and thousands of bodies just there
Not covered in dirt, not blessed by god

Now look to the other end
Souls starring, studying your every move
Recording every word you can’t speak
Turning to the others chattering things once heard by those not living

Back to reality
Only their broken souls remain
The souls of the forgotten, the damned, the cursed
Everything forgotten memory there in front of your now tainted eyes
The eyes which now rot in the smell, the gruesome death of the souls
Now wondering the grave searching, hoping light will come their way
Save their souls their rotting in the grave with no sign of forgiveness

Hope is only lift but for how long
Broken inside the soul
Lost in the smell, lost in that dark, shattered world you call life
Now in the belly of the beast do you come to realize truth
Your soul has been broken, chained to the depths of hell with no given freedom

Look to the heavens there is always room
Look to all your surrounds light not noticeable but there
Look for a feather on the ground
Not tainted black but white

Now chose you destiny walk for ever in the path to death but not dead
Or destiny that walks for ever to the path of life but not living
What do you chose to be the forgotten, the damped, or the cursed?
Or would you rather a second chance at life?
If you dare chose this then know you will own me life, the one you borrow
Now chose no going back to how it once was
No going back to your shattered world


Tough you wish you could chose, you can’t
All temped but not true
Broken is your name the tomb stone does not lie
Born into a world shattered by that dreaded day of Sept. 11 th
Broken by the events before
Hopeless in the way you think of it



Clam now you rest
Back to your perfect life
Cradled by your mother
Carried by your father
Loved by your friends
Notice the perfection in that scene

Was it all a dream?
You wonder in the path of the lost
Not knowing fiction from non-fiction
Do you dare to find the truth?

Now look to the ground notice a white and back feather on opposite sides of you
You are now ready finally you get to chose
Black or white chose carefully for there would be no turning back

Lost is the only thing that comes to mind
I can no longer tell you more chose, but wisely
Black or white
Death but not dead
Life but not living
Angel or demon
Come into the lost, the dark yet lightened room
Sit chose one

Now
Hurry
Before they find out
Look into you r soul to retrieve life but not living you answer
Now
Hurry
Tell me