Am I the sum of my parts or parts of a whole do I even have a soul?
am I who I am because of what I've learned or have I learned them because of who I am?
I am the monster...
lost and found within myself....created from bits and pieces of wrecked and useless lives molded shaped and forged in the dark without reason rhyme or conscience,,,,oh to give meaning to these scared and wretched hands to have them feel truth and love,to have a heart beating in my chest that I know is my own,to breathe a breath with faith it wont be my last.
Can you look past the deep anger inside me?I'm not even sure its mine,flashing memories cannot be my own,the gallows the guillotine plague.stabbing slashing pain in my head a thousand voices scream from within...
...corpses of teachers, friends, hypocrites and bastards...lovers, mothers, liars, and thieves.
I hear them from all parts of my being.
My fingers bleed my eyes bloodshot,wanting to tear off my ears to stop the sound.....cut myself apart to find the source ...to know my life is mine...so i can move on.... forward to the limits of my existence no retreat no surrender but to myself....no maker no reason no faith.
Do i give into my desires my fears my anger my hate?Do I give into my desires my will my lust my love?
Parts of me say yes. Parts of me say no.
Am I the sum of my parts or parts of a whole do I even have a soul?
