Maybe it was you
The girl I always dreamed of
The one I can’t lose

In the pit of snakes lay Ragnar
Son of Odhinn
The King of Kings
Father of Legends
Blue eyes look to the sky
Snakes bite into his flesh
Saxons Cheer
“Death to the Heathen!”
Hatred in their eyes
As the King smiles and dies
The war has just begun

I stand naked in front of the mirror
I hate it
That feeling of emptiness
Like something is missing
A piece to the puzzle
All you want is to make sense
Of why everything feels wrong
I squeeze my chest together
Oh, there they are
I run my hands along my hips
Flat
My eyes make it to my *****
I hate it
“you’ll never be a woman with a *****”
His words echo in my mind
-O.D.Inn