"Broken"
Heed she who knocks on love's lighthearted doors
That they estrange the face of deceiver's lore
No scurry upon thine quick thought ears
For, beloved, you may be by love's general here.
But forewarned be she who knocks on the door
Considering love's high wandering walls
Guarded day and night for none to enter,
But should you succeed a prize beholds in the center.
Twas long ago that one entered this city,
She last who sung love's great song,
Was heinous and eerie
But the walls, they know of a day they were torn of concept to feel
by none other than she who once dwelled in its frontier.
She made quick haste for what was thought of to be love
And the walls lowered down but none presented was such
Passion senseless passion breached these walls
And corrupted the general's innocent thoughts.
She likewise broke him as well
Making him a man of an empty shell.
He took what pieces he had left and put them together
But then he never noticed himself again in the mirror
She changed him from the pieces she took,
Yet she doesn't care nor even dares look.
He now knows where's a mask that can't be removed,
For this man's identity is not his own.
He may tell you, lie like a serpent,
But really underneath he drowns on the surface.
Life's shortened sword gives him temptation
Just to let it all go with an open invitation.
This man's fate might be sealed you see,
For the man with the mask is none other than me.
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