Life Through Broken Glass(closed)

[Demon Lord Ten]

Life Through Broken Glass

Shadows cloud my mind...
where shall I go from here?
The paths I've walked are long forgotten
broken under the one I now walk.

Who was I?
Is my face so foreign now?
The mirror tells me lies.

These two paths laid before me...
pulsing like runway lights...
are just the same to me...
what difference could it possibly make?

The world turns without me,
leaving me behind to relive my nightmares.
And time after time,
I ask why?

For what?

These devils called men;
impulse without discipline.
So much fear and self loathing.

Here lies the shell
of a man without honor
broken and decayed

Engraved in his eyes is the final question:

What good is a reflection...
through broken glass?

[Demon Lord Ten]

Well... I decided to start this thread for myself to work out some things for myself. Anyone that wishes to comment upon it is welcome to start a comments thread. I haven't been on the boards for a while and every time I come back to post it seems my life on the other side of the screen flares up and something wierd happens to me... like I make a friend or something.

As you can see I'm something of a self styled poet... I enjoy reading constructive criticizm and going psychotic on the people who just feel like talking shit... So if you want to make a mature/coherant statement you're more than welcome to.

I'll be adding to this thread off and on for a while. So if it pops up to the top check back... I might have added something.

(Yes I'm fully aware that my writings probably won't appeal to everyone. If you don't like it... *shrug*)

I'll add more later.