Who I am

Feel a little good, a little tipsy and out of it when I wrote this

Who I am

As I lay in my bed in the any given day

I am drenched with all my glory and shame

Who am I? I often ask the demanding query 

A man of mirrors?

A man without pain?

To many questions for you dearest' Trey

A man of a million mistakes many will claim

Maybe a coward with heartbreaks so stained

That man in the mirror who is he?

Too many faces, to many voices

Only 2 comes in this tortured brain

Or is it because those 2 are more destined to be redeemed 

The others that plague your mind 

They are a part of you my friend 

A humanly curse that may never end 

Or can it?

After all life is all about change

They will never understand which you choose to stay

My own horror and torment

Do you wish to interfere?

No matter how much i beg you still riddle me with fear

I am the wind that sings in the night

I am the void seeking the light

I am nothing in the Lords gazing eyes

The heaven and hell within my mind

It brings me joy that only the Lord knows my heart

Who I am does not matter

Though I would very much refuse to become fatter

The Stag

The Hawk

The Visionary

My precious embrace

All will die with me into my very grave