Hollow is the shell i call my former body, It carries all the aches and pains of a former life.My soul dances to a different beat a different rhythm. Long are the days i spend in pain, Wishing to be free of my earthly chains. I'm the one has the body, the shattered remains. Forms will yet change, the essence remains the same. I thank whatever gods maybe for my unconquerable soul. I'm looking at myself, I'm looking through a mirror, a stranger stands before me,Clearly it cannot be me it's a shell of a former self. They say we shape our own destinies with every turn we take, Every decision we make, So did i plan my own downfall?. How do i piece back together my broken life? my broken memories?. How do I piece myself back together?. I do not like the stranger staring back at me, a shell of a former self. The shadow i see before me is a shell of a former me waiting to rise again, Like a phoenix from the ashes.