Cruel Alloy

Flicker in the glass A stranger's gaze Unraveling threads of yester Beneath the mask A hollow frame Chasing ghosts through endless names I wear the skin of borrowed lives Splendid truth where silence thrives Who claims the throne inside my chest A fleeting spark or endless quest Mirrors lie in silver deceit Reflections twist, incomplete I shed the shells of wise Drift away Through storms without a cause The core dissolves in liquid night What remains defies the light And if I break the chains of form Will essence rise or fade to storm No anchor holds, no harbor calls Just fragments falling through it all Scream the question to the void Who am I? Who am I? Layers peel in fever Cry identity of cruel alloy Twist and turn, dissolve, reform Who am I? Who am I? Echoes of cells I never knew Parade in dreams of shades and hues I grasp at edges sharp and cold But every grip turns into gold Illusions forge, relentless fire burns The self to something higher Rise from ashes, claim the throne No more hiding, no more alone I am the storm, the calm, the sea In flooded threads weaving me Defy the cage, embrace the fray Identity ignites the day Day Pain Pain Outline bold and true A stranger's gaze now breaks on through No more unraveling The weavest and I am the one