I fall apart every time we meet.
It's a slow break.
It's starts with my hands and feet.
I cannot make one more mistake.
I'll never be without it again.
Pain was too much of a word.
Hate was even less.
Anguish and loathing.
I saw what I never wanted to see.
I was what I never wanted to be.
Alone and lost.
Surrounded and cast aside.
Surfacing only in the ebony tide.
So I'll raise my fist.
And bellow a cry such has never been heard.
For hell stands in my way.
But I will fight for who I am each day!