broken and free

Broken but free
Nightmares and dreams play games in my mind without any control.
I close my eyes just to see the dark rising up from my hands as it all fades behind the light and I close my eyes one more time without any where to go.
I will not bow or break in my own disgrace but take my place among the shadows through the light of the damned to keep strong and keep walking in the places I once did but now they have changed.

They have changed into the nightmares I once hide from in my mind but now they are my homes.
Where I walk when I am free from the virtues and the gods.
I walk free in the dark without any restrains set out by the people who once tried to control my heart and body and mind and keep me caged inside.

I walk free and among the damned.
I walk free. Never to be controlled.
Let go of my arms and let me walk on my ways because you're not the ones controlling me anymore.

I am the thing you cannot lock away and the one you once held is dead.
I am free from the chains that once held me from the place I wanted to walk even if it is by myself.
I still walk this road even after my feet bleed and I am dead inside.
I am me and now that is all I want to be even after the shadows fade from inside.

I am not a pawn in these games you once said was my reason to live.
I opened the box and let my sins out.
I will not bow before the gods nor a man.
I shall not be broken waiting to be fixed when I can repair myself with these hands.
With these hands I will fix my own gears.
With these hands I will keep the clock ticking without breaking down again.
With these hands I can see my way to be free by grasping it in one hand once more.

Can you really close your eyes to what happened even though you smashed my gears and now I am awake?
I was fixed by each blow you threw into me trying t destroy my heart and mind to make a shell, a puppet.
Guess what you made me see I do not need to be fixed again by some ones hands.
I have my own hands to fix.
I am no shell to make for my eyes still have glow with my fire.

Eternal damnation
Tick tock little clock I am awake, you are not making me go back to sleep so you can pull the strings because now my gears don't mash but does not mean I am broken.