A Broken Man

A Broken Man
By: Matthew Wayne


Holding out a broken heart, from a broken man
beaten to the ground, crawling they took everything he had

Tears stream down her porcelain face,
baring a broken wing, how quickly she fell from grace.

The stars shine down upon us all,
each and everyone of us will eventually fall
It's about how you live, not in what you believe
It's about how you feel, and not the Illusion you perceive.
For if in winter and a flower will grow,
that in your darkest hour a light can be shown.

Standing before the cliff, as the tides begin to shift
A broken man will stare into his own personal abyss
a purgatory, living testimony to his own horror story
reflections in a mirror, become witness to his own fear

There is an Angel that waits, as she does her heart breaks
slowly she slips back into his dreams
A treasure, this broken man will always remember


~~( )~ Addendum ~( )~~

“I saw an Angel today, she whispered in my ears telling me to pray
not to god, or to speak in tongues, but to take a breath and fill my lungs”

Confused within a den of thieves,
When thoughts affect the reality we perceive
we allow others into our mind, their trickery to deceive.
Distrust floats upon a sea of snakes
serpents biting, all trying to get their take.

“When a rose in winter, has never been as beautiful
In the dead of night with a full bloom, under the watchful eye of the moon
A rare chance, a once in a lifetime glance”

Caught within a web of lies, the illustrious grand prize
I've lost more to my emotions, than any other preconceived notions
When I can still hear your voice in my ears, I still see the shadows of my fears.
A rational mind succumbed, to the whispers that my nerves have been numbed
Once thought to be lead by logic, now bound to the chaos of the current topic
So much pain and suffering has crossed my path, and when I look back I see the hills of my past

“paranoid disillusions, hold contempt for mass confusion
trapped within a struggle of a deadly obsession,
confide within the devil of a morbid conversation.”

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