Ever feel the blade of circumstance pressed against your throat?
that cold unfeeling lover wrapped around you that you name fate,
curling through your soul like a viper and strangling your chances,
to be anything other than what you were born to be?

This apartheid of souls in the empty sky of my mind,
two separate people in my head constantly fighting,
one with a grin like a razor and eyes like chips of ice,
one ******, broken, and flayed by his sins.