Divided (I Have Become)

Divided I have become Just like the colors out of a picture Who's drenched in blood It flows yet I follow All the way through the veins Back to the heart I am the ghost of a better man Far from a scene you've seen before Look into my eyes, no turning back Here we finish this chronicle I am the page I am the ink I am the only author Where my words will shape the world Herein I remain a prisoner My own shadow looms over me Everywhere where I can be Is a seat already taken Taken by my ghost, you see Stories carry on Even long after the author's gone Death, mark of a new chapter And thus new tales spawn Divided I have become Just like the colors out of a picture Who's drenched in blood It flows yet I follow All the way through the veins Back to the heart I am the reflection of a bitter man Far from my prime, in time we all Will succumb to decay's embrace In her cold arms be erased My word, my will Subverted by the story Impermanent as the characters We're also so transitory I reckon the die is cast As we approach the climax As if I ever had any choice to make I would never pick the outcast Overcome the urge to contend We're at a dead end, my friend The icons are history Soon we too will join them Divided I have become Just like the colors out of a picture Who's drenched in blood It flows yet I follow All the way through the veins Back to the heart