The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into

They search for meaning in the midst of it all 

Life is still a blur 

I carry the shackles that forbid me 

That restrict me 

From carrying out my destiny 

I cannot speak for my tongue has been severed from my body 

I cannot see for my eyes have been blinded since birth 

I cannot think for my mind has been taught to not function unless turned on by this button this concoction 

to follow the path 

To remember my lord and savior 

To reap what you sow 

And to never let go of what You hold true 

To be true 

The lies of a god 

Who will always come when needed 

Who will always show you reason 

But I see no reason 

In no season

I see the darkness 

The evil lurching and crawling 

And becoming a part of me 

I see the D in devil 

The E in evil  

The L in lust and lies 

I cross my Ts and dot my Eyes 

I taste the blood of a broken man 

Who cannot come to the realization of defeat 

Who cannot see that he is no longer who he pretends to be 

What people said he was meant to be 

He is the B in bland 

The C in coward 

I was called for a destiny 

Written before my life or yours 

I was called for this 

Made for this 

Shaped for this 

Yet I am torn 

I am that needle in that hay stack