AT LEAST I'M NOT BRANDED
Never been a well-trained poodle. Jumping through the hoops, would have been murder — murder to me. I've caught many a bug, caught up in the virus. Ambition and blindsided weakness for a dream. In my bloodstream. In my blood.
Born out of
Hope has a leak for doubt to seep in, cross my heart with no doubt that I rode it to the grave. Through the pressure and its phases. Up from the bedrock to the necklace, faith has no doubt — like the ashes of a phoenix.
I shiver an
I've tasted metals of my own blood and learned to like it. I've gone under the knife of love, dissected every vein and vessel.
I've learned by now that my strength has been forged in the fire of pain. It's a warrior's world. Watch the daybreak set my heart up to be broken again.