the glass breaks.

They shall always summon their morals to our defeat,
tell us our almighty strength lacks in beauty.
Never are we able to choose the left road at the fork,
rather their defined right road.

We are but clones of their glory,
broken and battered, tormented souls.
Our substance has been reconstucted to accomodate our forced consumption at the hands of their rule.
Nothing is ever flawed in the frame of our silhouette.

Until........the glass shatters, the foot steps out of line.
They silently watch as the warriors walk a hidden path.
Finally an escape, a chance for renewal, an opportunity for rebirth.
Life is thus restored, subconscious unfailed.

The demise of our innocent lives seemingly ends.
We fight, like Gods of our own internal war.
We create ourselves as outcasts of a souless sphere of existence.
Somewhere, the glass breaks.

(August 2009)