Born in a mist of twisted churning beliefs. I have only risen to prove to all, that once you fall; all your tears get torn apart. Just one word, torture, forever. That's the only certainty. I cant believe whats left of me. Shadows cast over time. Mine. No longer. A devastated root. Chances are, what could have been, is only a fading idea. Broken static appearance forced into an endless void. Exiled. Given loneliness. Lost. But not without a shield. A mask. And the solitary hope, in which abounds a complex yet somehow simple, single shell of a living ghost. Eternally haunting my soul. The only trace left of what might of been, seems to slowly devour the frame of the same shield that I've cautiously built for myself. Through this struggle. Now a war declared. Now defenseless. Scared to death. Left for dead. See? I'm down, but not out. Crush me. Dead ends only taunt, projecting a facade. I'll still grow to learn, learn to grow strong. These RULES are meant to be broken. They mirror the heart that once beat inside of me. But, eventually the clouds will part. And I ALONE will stand and shine; brighter than 1000 suns, but all alone.