Fighter and Pariah

You're a fighter

Your body at its peak
The only thing you are to anyone
Is a fighting machine
You've counted how long it takes to kill a human

A traveler
A wanderer
A vagabond
But most importantly
A fighter

You love the sight
The smell of the death that follows you
The bodies that pile around you
You admit there's nothing that makes you happier


You're a pariah

An outcast among your people
The black sheep among your flock
You seem to find yourself in dangerous places
The victim of circumstance

You're lost
You're homeless
You're lonely
But most importantly
You're a pariah

Isolation follows you like a shadow
Filling in your footsteps like water
You're no stranger to the silence
Of the loneliness that keeps in your every pace


You two are the same

In the same way killers
In the same way outcasts
Both lonely
Both despised

The fighter
The pariah
The differences
But most importantly
The similarities

Outcasts to society
No life would be truly normal for you
But make do with what you can
Because you're only option is isolation; or death.