Good on you Big boy~

Cowering from the dark mist running through your veins
isn’t an option; you see, I’m not third eye blind.
The filth of your soul is on your own hands every time
they hit her skin; inflicting pain feeds you.
 A bastard with zero regret and an abundant vocabulary
full of “you made me do it bitch”.
Numb yourself again while sitting in the abyss of
of piss and playing victim.
No one, not one person can save your soul
until you own it.
Life is too short; put your demons to bed boy.