Splitting Image...egamI gnittilpS

O'Why do I envision my life shackled by misery never subsiding...
Amidst ominous dark clouds shadow the sins forever uprising...
Raining on God's apparatus my status must be of a stained vigor...
I am a pained member of society faded back to the same picture...
Nice beginning…word choice was done well…however I think in the future you should try and make your opening 2 bars more interesting..to really pull the reader in
Insane confusion with brain contusions I can't conclude it...
Is my pain diluted I can't compute it I stay as prudent...
Did I really murder my fellow co-existence...a code of business?...
Because I've dwelled in poor streets but never walked the road to riches?...
nice multi-syllable internals in the first bar…really helped the read….you raise an interesting question about murdering co-existence
I am but of one piece to this puzzle of my life's existence...
The rest is unknown despite the reflection of a frightening image...
We have identical appearances though his eyes are singed with evil..
I want to shatter the glass but the outcome could be very lethal...
try to change up you rhyming and keep it unique..its kind of a pet peeve of mine but I don’t like it when you rhyme the same word more than once….this time that word being “existence“….otherwise this was pretty good
He envies me why so? I dont know in this day in age...
No memories of life's book but in its chapters I save a page...
He stays with rage with a leash so its in reach of his palm's grasp...
Albeit a right future but he's seeking a wrong past...
I really liked the last line of this…the oxymoron of past and future
Old flash he murders my mother with a chrome blast..I cant forgive him...
Perilously fed these memories now I'm forced to relive them...
Wait!! I'm starting to see the truth behind this mystic fog of war...
As I hear my heart murmur I begin to find it more and more...
”he murders my mother” is referring to your alter ego of sorts Im guessing…ok 2 bars here
In my dreaded reflection I see myself wielding the murder weapon...
Blood stained my hands red as the tide at sunrise..I observed with no discretion...
Sinister smiles smother the ugly face of my alter ego...
I HATE THIS FUCKING WORLD THUS IF FULL OF ROTTEN EVIL!!...
THIS IS IN NO WAY RATIONAL AT LEAST FROM MY OWN PERSPECTIVE!!...
I COULD NOT HAVE SLAIN MY MOTHER IN VAIN..HEART BEATING ON THE SECOND!!...
ok..split personality…representing good and evil….innocence and guilt kind of….
I need protection..Let God shield me from my own self...
Dubbed a criminal I dont deserve to be pardoned from all guilt..
Each tear drop shed is a step to a spirit to getting lifted...
As I crack the glass of the mirror all is lost but a splitting image...
nice ending..good job putting it together

Overall this was a very nice piece…..a good idea and it was well executed….IJL bitches..word