I am the master of my own creation
I am the collector of odd and of strange
I am the foreseer of my own damnation
The beggar and chooser of choices and change
I am the destroyer of hope and of fear
I am the mistaker, and I am the fool
I am the inventor of all now unclear
I am the forsaker, I am the uncool
I am not impressed with mere words and no actions
I am the reaction when actions are lies
I am the rejection, I am satisfaction
I am the confusion that bleeds from the eyes
I am the enlightened, I am the disturbed
I am the content, and I am the absurd
I am the illness for which there's no cure
I am the lost miracle seldom observed
I am one with my darkness, I am one with my light
I am one with my sorrow, I am one with my joy
I am one with my loss, I am one with my fight
I am victor and loser...I am love's broken toy
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
I am the master of my own creation
I am the collector of odd and of strange
I am the foreseer of my own damnation
The beggar and chooser of choices and change
I am the destroyer of hope and of fear
I am the mistaker, and I am the fool
I am the inventor of all now unclear
I am the forsaker, I am the uncool
I am not impressed with mere words and no actions
I am the reaction when actions are lies
I am the rejection, I am satisfaction
I am the confusion that bleeds from the eyes
I am the enlightened, I am the disturbed
I am the content, and I am the absurd
I am the illness for which there's no cure
I am the lost miracle seldom observed
I am one with my darkness, I am one with my light
I am one with my sorrow, I am one with my joy
I am one with my loss, I am one with my fight
I am victor and loser...I am love's broken toy
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