with everything gone, over, and done,
i cannot free myself, completely
bright spots of light,
and darkness, that still binds me

i do not know for sure,
why the dull things inside, still stay
but in my times of endless rapture,
i am still marred gray

ive heard one time,
of a mirror fractured
but i am still this broken
a toy remanufactured

hoping hopes
and woes inside,
while quakings, ever course through me
i cannot describe, you see
why i am ever myself beside,
one thing, strength i always try
and so swing ropes,
inside so tied
yet dangling, always, ever free