Can’t you see the joy of life is right before your eyes?
Dismember me, throw my soul to the sea. Watch as it sinks so slowly.
Mark my fucking words - as long as we are breathing, we will overcome.
This isn’t how things should be.
I fuel the demons inside me. I feel what they feel. And we are all connected.
They will feed on the images we create.
Older now, laid to rest with six feet upon the chest. Born from the battlefield, your past remains unknown.
When I speak, people look at me like I’m sending smoke signals. My words don’t come easy anymore.