~I still fight~
~I still fight~
I need to feel again so I scrape,
You off my soul.
I will leave you stuck where you belong,
Somewhere thick incrusted under a rock.
The torture has ended as I gather my wits,
And began to feed of the flow of life again.
Let it be known that I was not turned back,
Into a living toad but instead,
A prince that I will again be, a prince that rules,
All of the mean streets, a prince of peace,
That knows all the in betweens.
My heart that once shinned of gold ,
Is now incased by all that’s cold.
Caught between what is today,
And living not today of what is old,
I carry on my fight to seek the ring,
Made of chrome .
The noose is tight but yet I still fight,
To keep my feet from coming of the ground,
All I see is the darkness the light hides as,
My pain slowly subsides into the sands of time.
Inkmaster
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