Bound to this couch, I lie in waiting. Watching wind blown memories. Slip past my window sill I. Can't fall asleep. . Voice in my head disturbs me. Waking nightmares keep.
I want to take the bullet. The one aimed straight for your heart. I want to meet the wolves halfway. And let them tear me apart. . This is the way they do it here.
Verse 1. . Image marred by self-infliction. Private wars on my soul waged. Heart Is scarred by dual volitions. Juxtaposed and both engaged. Kindle flame, a test of faith.