Pieces of Souls in a Love and Hurt

Shadows dance in the flickering glow,

A tale of a soul caught in a wicked show.

Running between fire and ice,

Playing dice with the sacrifice.

I get paid for moments, fleeting and cold,

A whore for hire, stories untold.

In the mirror, a face both damned and divine,

Walking the line where darkness entwines.

Love and pain, a twisted dance,

Caught in this eternal trance.

Carrying pieces of broken dreams,

Falling apart at the seams.

I'm bad, and I'm good, a dichotomy,

Lost in a world of hypocrisy.

I care, yet I hurt, a paradox,

Sinking in these paradoxical shocks.

Collecting souls in my hollow hands,

Offering hell, a curse in strands.

Loving for heaven, but craving the hell,

A story of fire in a love so swell.

Shattered reflections, pieces scattered,

Hearts in my hands, battered and tattered.

Walking a path where angels fear,

A battle cry, I hold so near.

I'm bad, and I'm good, a dichotomy,

Lost in a world of hypocrisy.

I care, yet I hurt, a paradox,

Sinking in these paradoxical shocks.

Through the ashes, I strive to find,

A flicker of a peace of mind.

Between the darkness and the light,

Fighting shadows in the night.

So here I stand, a fractured soul,

Paying a price, paying the toll.

Loving in hell, dreaming in heaven,

Forever torn, unforgiven.