Half the Person, Part 2

There once was a day, I would have given anything..
To stray from the grave!
Now we are all falling faster to our knees
The innocent pray to be saved. And the children scream
I see all of this happening to us.. but its the least of my worries
How can I save another when my own soul is condemned
Ties to the past..like a thunderstorm overhead.
They cry to me..But I fear Im already dead!

These wounds are the shadows of distant thought.
This sort of pain is so hard to be forgotten
When you look down on me, will you cry from the clouds!
Will you remember everything...that you did to me.
These scars are for all to see..hidden through memory
I thought you were meant to be..
But now we can see
The fool was me.

A character built from lies swerves in and out of thought.
Do you remember me?! What we used to be! Or was I another victim
Another dot on the paper.

These people stare at me..and wonder who I am!
I have no answer. I dont even know myself.
I am half a man. Half the human that I used to be.
Now just a shadow of my former self
The darkness is something all can see
But its just a memory to share
To the part of me that lives.
And the part of me that isnt there