Broken by the sounds, the echos of a fictional charator that invaded the memory newly clensed of the past adversaries causing damage to great poportions, Broken. It never siezes to amaze me, how the focus of my mine continue to reach out seaching for the punishers of the universe sent forth with a primary mission to rip , disrupt and to destroy what pieces that or some how place back together each and every time with the delicatesy of a neural surgeon, Broken. Why do they seek me and I seek them, as a moth drawn to the light, Why is this magnetism so bright. As I run straight ahead with no need to look back, I find myself on a one way track, Broken. Who are they, more importantantly who am I continuing this race with a need for hypospeed, Broken. Seeking out a destination so for and foreknown, how far have I come How far have I roamed, Broken. Not far enough that It seem for there they are, streaking tward me beamimg through the night with the brightness of a star head on collision I wonder who they are . In the front of there vessel I see a familiar foe, a sigh of relief full steam ahead I know. Like a surendering flag it waves in my sight, Coming closer, closer, seducing me beguilding me without a fight. What could bring down, conquer a mighty man of valour. What is there method, the secret, the source of thier power. What saught him out in his final hour. Let me spell it out for you as I'm drench with shame, As it stood over me with it's claim to faim. This is the tool of the ones that come for me, seeking the shattered pieces of my soul you see. LOVE, BROKEN