Ahem!

The cracked open lips that bleed tell you no tales of the coldness that dried them up. The dirt in my nails decorate fingers with the untidiness of life. Why do you bother yourself with how tasteless I am with the clothes I wear? Don’t they speak for themselves? The shoes don’t match, man, the…

Here I come.

Icy winds eat through my skin I fly above, on my beaten wings Dabbed in snow are my footprints Along the trail, following the winds Changing directions, hear me howling Running with the wolves, I am A wildling Against the tide I try and swim, Always hustling, I walk this road, kicking the ruckus There's…

Here.

"Here lies the man broken by His dreams" Said the stone as I passed by He lived with the world, Now he sleeps alone No dried flowers on his side And nobody to mourn What do you live by? I think as I smoke A warmth fills my heart And I escape the cold With…

My kind of love.

"What?" She shrieked and a smirk followed. "What?" I repeated, holding her toes between my fingers, perfectly intertwined. "You shouldn't touch the feet of women, know that? Makes a dent in your manliness." I bent down, kissed her feet and looked right into her eyes "What kind of a man doesn't love his woman's toes?"

A man.

From the ashes, he rose In the darkness and smoke Scarred by his past Bleeding from the blame Bright shone his eyes A soul set ablaze Strong, his desire Driven by hate Hell was the path, A battle with fate Steps, heavy Breath on fire Mind numb, A walking nightmare Vengeance in his blood, Blood…