~~broken in two~~

alone in my dormant feelings, black light follows my every move Pillfering me into silence Prone to customary ways, I am ashamed Broken in two, I cling to the parts I have Hands over my eyes Tears flitter out of the creases of my hands Albeit within myself light shines, Only my soul is withered Love not known Kindness just another thought wisping in my hair I do not know where I come from I do not pilfer to what I do Broken in two, I am a withering flower None to smell of my beautiful fragrance The rancid breath of my death is known But alive and kicking is what I belong Torturing me into depths of longing My hands ache with longevity Presenting me my raw flesh to cold tombs of time Altogether combustions of life foreces surround me But I do not flounder or fall My pride is too great That is what is broken in two Me, Myself, and I.........