The Broken...

i]Rejoice...
For The Broken...
are the More Evolved...
                                     The Horde Split[i]

I speak...
In heated conversation with
The Broken pieces of me...

No more bleeding soul as
I pick up the sharp shards of me
laying at my Spirits feet.
Each shard ...has a different opinion.
A different perspective of pain...

The Root of me is at the center of this storm
As All My  pieces scream LET IT RAIN...
 Let it fall ...let it  fall... till all my trapped
parts are free...
Tired of tearing  my self to shreds...
Im letting  my  trapped  parts  free!!

As  they  scream  and  cackle....
Like impish  children  in  the  wind...
 I realize I feel  much  lighter ...
without the darkness & the sin...
As all my parts begin  to melt
Into the truer newer version of me...

I am the hybrid forged....
 from the Dark & the Light...
As I shimmer like a star...
As I swim in seas of night...
I am a living paradox....
As my soul takes flight...
I hear the Angels sing in the morning....
and I dance to Hell's Symphony at night.

I can see between the worlds...
and infiltrate them both...
I disappear like a vapor...
I can shimmer like a ghost...
I can feel pain from an innocent soul
from over a mile away....
I can see what the future holds...
Even though I'm not allowed to say...

I have discovered mysteries...
Though most are not meant to be solved....

I am the Spirit of The Broken...
and the Broken...
Are The More Evolved