Mirrors Of Broken Vows

A mirror cracked by your cold, accusing eyes ash and thorns where our promises lie. You spit like winter frostbite on my name, watched our fortress burn and blamed me for the flame. The sky collapsed on vows we carved in bone, your shadow carved the tomb where trust had grown.

Razor words carve truths I used to trust, blood and silence drown us both in dust. I choke on echoes of a sweeter time, now venom tastes like every crooked line.

I won’t fade into the night you made, I’ll feed these scars and turn them into blades. You forged the hate, but I survive the flame. From wreckage I will rise, I won’t become your shame. I won’t bow to ashes of your throne, I’ll build a warpath out of what you’ve thrown.

Your venom blooms in every whispered lie, a carnival of ghosts beneath a poisoned sky. You call me monster crown me with your blame, but ashes speak. I’m more than just your flame. You clipped my wings and left me on the floor, but storms are born where silence breathes no more.

Broken wires hum the songs you used to sing, I pull the plug I’ll break the tether of your sting. Cold steel resolve replaces what you stole, the blackened heart begins to forge my soul.

I won’t fade into the night you made, I’ll feed these scars and turn them into blades. You forged the hate, but I survive the flame. From wreckage I will rise, I won’t become your shame. I won’t bow to ashes of your throne, I’ll build a warpath out of what you've thrown.

Hear the thunder in a heart you left to rust, hear the promise forged in iron and in dust. I’ll take the fury, sharpen it into will, refuse the silence, climb the highest hill. Smothered light ignites beneath a stone, a cathedral of rage becomes my home.

Shatter the mirror let the fragments scream, every jagged edge reflects a harder dream. You tried to bury me, but seeds will crack the stone. I claim the bones of loss and build a throne. Slow, oppressive groove, then explode drums like hail, cries turn to armor, resolve becomes the grail.


 I catalog your names for every wound you gave, in pages stained with nights you tried to make me cave. Your hate a litany that echoes empty halls, I turn the verses outward watch your fortress fall. No mercy for the mirror that would lie and grin, no mercy for the hands that taught the blade to spin.

Cold wind answers to the whisper of my breath, I strip the lies and watch them die beneath my step. The mask you wore is cracked and slides away, I walk unmasked into the breaking day.

I won’t fade into the night you made, I’ll feed these scars and turn them into blades. You forged the hate, but I survive the flame. From wreckage I will rise, I won’t become your shame. I won’t bow to ashes of your throne, I’ll build a warpath out of what you’ve thrown. I’ll sing the anthem of the ones you broke, bearing every choke.

Burn your hatred let it feed the sky I stand, unbroken I refuse to die. From the ruins of a love wrung out and torn, I fashion dawn from every tattered morn.

Male, haunting chilling depressing feeling, cello, violin, piano, double bass, thunderous drums, rock, hard rock, metal