Fractured soul

I hear the voice inside my head,
It whispers lies I thought were dead.
It claws my chest, it twists my name,
And paints my hope in shades of shame.

But I won’t kneel and won’t resign —
My life and soul are on the line.

I’m tearing through the skin I wear,
To find the truth beneath the glare.
The enemy’s not out there — no,
It’s in the blood, it’s in the soul.
I bleed, I break, I scream, I crawl —
But I won’t let the shadow win this war.

Each mirror shows a fractured face,
A ghost who has no time or space.
But in the cracks, a fire burns —
A will that never learned to turn.

I’ll burn the doubt, I’ll break the chain,
And rise from out this crushing pain.

I’m tearing through the skin I wear,
To find the truth beneath the glare.
The enemy’s not out there — no,
It’s in the blood, it’s in the soul.
I bleed, I break, I scream, I crawl —
But I won’t let the shadow win this war.

No savior comes, no angel sings —
Just blood and sweat and broken wings.
But even ash can grow a flame…
If you gave up, you were to blame.

So let it rage, let thunder fall —
I’ll stand! I’ll fight! I’ll break the wall!