In the shadows of broken images
My half-lies become truths
I fight through the valley of darkness
And gain the sordid sense of perfection
That contaminated me. I who am so imperfect,
Unsound, unsung, unheard, must hear
the Voice of those who still live, and wonder
When will my time come?
Its just me. Today, I learnt how to exist
Tomorrow, I just might learn to live.
Just might. But its all in the murky depths,
Where all is lost.
I hope to find it one day, and realize
The glory of this loss, and that fulfillment
Till then, let me lie in peace.