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i broke the mirror searching for your reflection; not my own. i found a summer storm instead - an eagle that dug his talons into my flesh to remind me you are free now and you trapped a wolf in my lungs when you left that only knows how to howl silently. i wonder if it's weeping or screaming at the injustice of yesterday, at the pain tomorrow will surely bring because you aren't there anymore. i've been breaking mirrors in the hope God hears and picks up the phone, but there's only so many miracles to go around nowadays. (i guess you were just unlucky) now, there's an empty bedroom that no-one lives in and an empty seat that no-one si

Armies against Armies sending their best men suited in heavy armor fighting for peace, for safety for their people. The Id and the Ego making war reality is shrieking, attacking These are their battle cries. The enemy doesn't fight fair; the warriors of Ego have sound logic solid plans and tactic, but the Id has impulse and desire. My mind is their base, my body- their battlefield. These are their battle cries. Fallen soldiers, victims of crimson stained weapons left on the field. Bloody corpses on my arms and legs, the remaining troops kneel at the grave yard, whispering silent prayers to deaf Gods. These are their battle cries. A sick mi