Still Broken

They call you hollow man
A mist of lies
Descended on your world
You bought a magic trick
Slight of hand
You didn’t see; he touched your mind
Still you – but just an image now
A barren tree
So many branches – beautiful
But each one dead
That’s your life
You’re still broken

They call you wasted youth
Lost everything
To a conman
Dressed in pure white
He sold you clouds
But they’ve never rained
All they contain
Are whispered lies
That fall onto your life
And so you listen
That what happens in this fallen world
You’re still broken

They call you black and white
You fell from grace
Colour stolen from your face
A lifeless figure took your place
A map of what you used to be
And could have been
Is standing in your life
That’s the story of this messed up land
Poison draws you…