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In the halls of broken thoughts

These scars have built the walls

I wear my chains like a twisted crown

Lacerating

The wounds of my past

Have taken root

Ensnared within

A permanent fixture

Is this a prison,

Or just my skin?

The mirrors lie

No face to show

Taste the dust and grind

It’s all I've got

Feel the cracks as the world

Begins to rot

And it’s a hollow world

That I’ve built with my own hands

This broken mirror is

All I can stand

There's no escape from what

I’ve always tried to hide

I am fate’s own fool

The rusted key to my

Cage of idols

I bear the weight of it all

And I’ll drown with it

Can I break free, or am I bound?

I built this hell, I am the flame

A sycophant to my own premise,

A leech that starves on empty veins

I feast on contempt, the taste of rust

Within my mind, I have lived a thousand lives

Perdition reeks within a thousand guises

Each breath is bitter, a shard of endless dusk

I am nothing but a whisper lost

Weariness consumes me sleep is no redeemer

I choke on the dust I have become

And the ashes upon which I cannot rise

For no phoenix am I, to ascend to new light

I’m shackled here, in the abyss

A jury within the void

I cry out yet no voice returns

My blood is the ink that stains the page

I tear at my skin, but it grows back anew

For how long have I been prisoner here

I’m standing on the edge of the fall

The past behind me, but I hear its call

It whispers of a life I’ll never have

A choice to heal, or remain enslaved

I’ve shattered myself, but can I rebuild

In the fractured silence, I am undone

In the home of my wounds, I’ve bled too much

Pull out the thorns that I planted deep