I am incomplete damaged and imperfect
This world is not divided between saints and sinners
Forgive me for being human
I struggle i suffer i know what it means to survive
This world is crumbling
I'll take my flaws with me and beyond you
The days pass by unnoticed as I choose not to see the bars
Imprisoned for life while free to go
With a key clutched in my desperate hands all along
Beyond those walls i am wounded and scarred
Isolated but aware and alive
I alone maintain control
I accept no higher soul
I am my beginning and my end
This is a call for redemption
For those i know who have been led blind
With my wounds of the forsaken i'm still screaming
And i might stand alone with no one left to listen
But the last words are yet to be heard....
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