Shattered

A face once whole, now split in two, One side gleams with metal hue— A mask of strength, a brittle shell, The other fades, a silent spell. Fragments whisper what once was true, Reflections warped in black and blue. Memory crumbles into dust, Trust undone, and love unjust. Each shard a story, sharp and bare, A scream caught in the midnight air. The soul dissolves in pixel rain, Beauty born from quiet pain. Yet in the wreckage, something stirs— A pulse, a spark, a dream that blurs. For even shattered things can glow, And broken paths still let us grow.