My face and my soul

I despise that soul with a face Your face a sight to be forgotten. My face and my soul to be forgotten, You are a shadow of you self, Your past, a shadow with a face to behold, now a face to be forgotten. My face and my soul to be forgotten. I thought I saw a glimmer of hope for me In the realm where I saw another me, The realm of dreams, a fictional reality but appeared so real to my withered soul. Only God can summon up the worthiness of my soul to this bane of a reality. But will I be forgotten? my soul, my face, my mistakes that scar and did flaw me? I escape into the shadows, maybe I'll emerge Like unto my inner most personal construct, That being, the warrior born in the labyrinth, a shadowy lair, his face is scarred but not forgotten, His soul the strength of wisdom.