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