9 September 2012
Worked by strings around your hand, A broken soul, at your command, A frozen heart of lace and night, Bleeds dry, the mind, of all its light.
The puppet master, you and yours, A mirrored land of perfect flaws, A shattered life, upon the floor, A dagger jarring heaven's door.
A wicked laugh of greed and wrath, Rings out across the bloodied path, A toxic gaze, deluded craze, The mind, a passage in the maze.
The eyes, a window to the soul, The soul, impaled on a pole, The pole, untainted, unawoken, Breaks the one who can't be broken.
Broken • Opuss № I