Viciousness and hostility is projecting the devil inside yourself upon others,
The far thought in the back of your mind that you can't accept, so you lash out!
Not being able to understand yourself must be hard right?
There must be a darkness that lurks inside that you don't care for understanding.
So it shines, it's shines a kind of dark glow,
where the evil inside you is now very much real and no longer a passing dark thought that fades with the progression of a day.
You were provided no escape in a battleground that is a head, that is a prison.

Your voice that shakes like earth quakes,
you never wanted to be pathetic,
so you sought the road of intimidation,
controlling others with fear.

You were so scared of becoming pathetic and the irony in this situation is you fought so hard creating a facade that came off to be strong and hostile,
but really you were the trapped one,
slave to the devil inside of yourself.
I could say I feel sorry for you but that cards over played by now and you don't deserve my condolence.

It's a sort of tough love you know?
It forms like callus in the crevice of an ear drum,
makes you go numb,
I felt deaf for so long trying to clean out my ears of the damage that was done.

You hung there on the cross showing me what not to be,
I resented you in so many ways but then came maturity,
As I slowly realized that in many ways you showed me who not to be,
You sacrificed yourself with such nobility.

It's a shame we don't get to speak through eyes blind coated with concrete,
with ears that don't hear,
pleads all so sincere and neat.
Your skin is aging but you don't see,
contradictory, image of self in mind but the mirror isn't so kind.

With all that said I am no one to cast blame,
more as I am an outlet for understanding,
you were provided no escape in a battleground that is a head, that is a prison.