He don't feel it
When he bleeds
He still wants to
But just sees
What flows from his arms
It's left for me
And his problems
They're not his
And my problems
They're not his
No solace
No needs
But what was once intact
An internal shield
Set to deflect
His darkened deals
Has now become
A flooding gate
To intake
Void's embrace
Chaos plagues
Impulse praise
He wants cold and
He wants pain
In the eyes of his father
He is a martyr
In the mind of his mother
He is a struggle
He wants cold