Baptized in blood he walks to me
Misunderstood for his violent deeds
Flame touched lips and war worn skin
Making silent proclamations of sin
Lay your weary bones on me
Burn away the pain and cares
Martyr yourself for people
Who will never know you were theirs
I wake up every morning
To drawn and faded lines
Across my arms and shoulders
I've seen them a thousand times
When I woke up this morning
The scars began to fade,
And they all kept fading
Throughout the winding day
No urges no transitions
Believe I'm almost free
From now on
No definition will define me
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Closets are for Clothes
Confusion flares again
Inflamed and left alone
Stuck between love and sin
A lost cause; a lost hope
Lost within the maze
Of ever wandering eyes
Looking for a face
One you'll recognize
You say we are wrong
We're unnatural
Have you ever been alone?
Have you ever felt at all?
Never tried to know
Never tried to care
All around the soul
Making siege there
Little town; chains of fear
Someday we will die
We will not be buried here
Far from you we'll fly
Enter the man of primal rage
A character locked in a cage
His story, blood splattered on a page
Held back by the chains of today
His Instincts weakened,
His screams unspoken,
And all that was him undone
Broken by what he was made
Freedom comes with a price
Given a chance he casts the dice
Becoming more than his shattered life
Releasing instinctive rage
