To all the fractured nobodies of all my shattered yesterdays,
I'll shed my tears and offer blood from wounds I've yet to wear.
And though they bore into my soul in such excruciating ways,
It was the hurt they offered me that made me shift my gaze.

But are the weapons that I wield really mine to bear,
Or just another borrowed gift I cling to in a haze?
Surely they won't work against the ghosts I've come to share,
But those from my shattered yesterdays cannot be made to care...