Standing in the storms of life.
I invite you.
Rip me apart.
Tear away the veil.
Dip into my heart.
Can’t change the way I was born.
Flames and hammers beat me till I became reformed.
Thrashing still against the common thread.
Won’t stop resisting until the day I’m dead.
World why do you laugh at all my tries? Blackness covers me in its sorrow weeping lies. So I stare out into a dream wondering if all…