This is my life
This broken fence
This grey and fractured
Spiralling spike in my side
The splinter in my dreams
Too real, too real
Hollowed whole
Lightning-struck and smoking
The trauma of I
The danger of being, and feeling, and seeing
I'm fighting time
I can't explain
I'm torn apart by
My compulsion to destroy
I'm splintering inside
It's too real, too real
Hollowed whole
Lightning-struck and smoking
The trauma of I
The danger of being, and feeling, and seeing
I live where I stand
For tomorrow I die
I'm open now, the wound may heal
I smile inside in spite of me
I try in vain to redefine
The worn and ancient part of me