at night i try clear my thoughts and leave no trace my mind is twisted but i own this space i dont have to rent my heart is jaded with the looks being sent.
metal and ink is what is left of of a broken man shoken and woken up with the winds crying her name drowing my memories with needles of ink and pain
every hit of ink goes under the surface telling a story and leaving a purpose , so dont dig me up hell i am not dead im suicide from both sides damnit im double edged
