It started with an abyss of pride torn down until he felt nothing.
Diving forth with the humiliation of being an outcast.
Dark eyes to go with dark clothes.
It comes down to the right of freedom in a soul.
His gaze is sparking with the pain of past tense.
Will you hear his words for what they really are?
Or do you simply see the psycho mask he has glued on?
There is desperation and pain instead of ice and sharpness.
Only you’re looking through the wrong form of glass.
You see a man who laughs at the sight of pain.
Only laughter is the equal of tears and he knows.
He knows he cannot be accepted as youthful and alive.
He is a man and he does not want to be torn apart.
He will continue to use that hurt to form a barrier.
For he has gone past the intimidation to become a warrior.
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