When he smashed the   glass into my face  did he realise the scar above my   eye would become a life metaphor?    Toe-to-toe, tribe-to-tribe  even cavemen hid their blades    I arrived home late  she nursed my wounds  and took me to bed 

12123I ain't fucking stopping had my soul broken with my name drug through the mud tarred and feathered all because cowards couldn't live up to the man I am so they decided to scheme wielding what they perceive as power but I know they see the devil in...

I'm losing my voice in the voidit still echoes but feels so far awaywithin me I listen for my thoughtsfading quickly, I hear the waves of the abysswashing over my soulI'm becoming one again a part of the wholewhere...

seeking consolation in a touchsweet understanding is the way you love mesadness peaks and I hold myself tightmy heart wants to reach out to youbut I fear I will make it harder for youlosing myself in the mortalmy soul...