Maybe itís a good day to die, but sometimes itís a good day to get faded in a woeful bliss only you or I know, geez, I should know this much, I traded my shame for this, I realize, perhaps, a lie. Though, I am human. I am alive.
A mind of intrinsic brilliance in the creativity of a lionhearted fool. The fighterís will taut by the ambivalence of my virtue. I am he, who is alone-er, some ire tool to be used, and then thrown into the pool of emotion blue to cure madness and teach everyone the hue of my soul of fire; passion.