I am a broken man Broken beyond repair Fallen deep into despair Torched to ash like a straw man
I am a broken man Crushed into fine shiny powder Fragments of a ruined wonder Now feeling empty like the Morrigan
Tempted to take the Scythe for the Hammer I chained myself in desperation A fools decision for a reparation Death in turn I hunger
For life is a sweet ardor The bitter sweet taste of reconnaissance The salt and spice of resilience 'Tis what a broken man yearns with fervor
I found this on one of my unfinished manuscripts I wish I could finish it but it is too much to handle Here is one of the excerpts from one characters banter with another It is what he said while crying in front of his love the miseries of life, yet he still wanted to feel what it felt like in his earlier times. I'll leave it open for interpretation Let me know what you think