Disparity

Part One: Into The Beyond (The Broken)

I learnt the truth and it spoke to me
I finally realized my Manifest Destiny
It was like a vesper on a monk's lips
It was like the rustling leaves on a windy night
It was a broken song for a broken man.

I will never find love online
I have tried to find the feelings I once felt and had
Some say it takes time but it takes a long time to mend
What did I do to deserve this?
Did I love too much and too far?
Was I a man who didn't take what he had for granted?
Or was what I had a mere vagrant of imagination?

I earn to wake up and it be known as a dream.
My folly and my stupid heart
I still loved the one I love even as she ripped my heart from me.
Months later and I realize that this is it for me.
The Broken can never be repaired
A broken heart like mine cannot mend by trying to find another love
It will take time and time alone to mend what I earn for.

Part Two: The Toxic Hurt (Cadence)

In my quest for recovery I have on the road
Hurt women. And I realized that I was on the wrong road
How can I love when I have lost the essence of Love?
The meaning of Love is lost to me, in the mists of Time
My heart is a barren landscape devoid of Love

I look around me and I envy what I lost.
I hurt and try to find salvage but I look in the wrong places
So I choose to be alone rather than hurt another anymore.
I need to be fair and truthful.
I am toxic to Love
I am Anathema to your emotions.
Stay away from me.

I offer friendship and that's all I truly can.
For I am a broken man
I am truly sorry to all I have hurt.
For I still hold bitterness and anger
For I still seek retribution.
The pain and the lies and the hell they put me through
Love shares no space, it can't in a realm
Devoid.

Part Three: Armslength

I now embark on a new journey
Away from the Road to Nhill
Away from the Gates of Perihelion
Deep below the burning empire of the Sun
And I have fell into the ocean

So I bid you to stay away from me
I am a man born of pain and giver of pain
Absence of Love, devoid of pity
When you look at me you see the embers of my heart
And you realize you are looking at the result of pain
What becomes of the broken hearted?
Well you have it in me.

I envy those men and women who have never felt love
For they are truly alive.
Never having been hurt by the pinions of hell
If I could I would return to that state of being....
If I only could.

So stay away from me.
Armslength. Don't reach out to me
Please.