My mother was right
she told me this is not a safe place
I talk to the dark eyes
knew in her eyes this was real

I did what I had to
killed and killed and killed
blood on my hands
but I come home

Oh yes I am sick
so ******* sick
but I never fold
**** me if I ever fold

Oh sweet Jesus I am cold
cold as the arctic winds
and I never fold
for I always win


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris