Friday, September 21, 2012

Me, Myself, and I

Three entities, but we are all one
Split personalities, they soon come undone
Sparks of dissent fly and stray
Fluttering our hopes so far away

Again we try to hold hands
But eyes are cold, distanced lands
And instead of finding sympathy
We find those ways to break our knees

Until we've fallen way too low
For even hope to drop the rope
Light that turns darkness to shadow
There's nothing more to truly follow

Myself finds me broken
I find courage stolen
Now just what do I wait for?
What there's nothing more?

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