His Story

[verse1] They say darkness comes to light, there are three items in this man's story though daunting they will shine bright.

The man you see has a pissed off look with wounds that tell their own story eventually healing to form scars, the handcuffs you see hanging are a momentous from a time he was a prisoner of war cuffed tightly on his bleeding wrists with his arms secured through the wooden bars.

He's in an empty room with few items by choice, holding his iron by his side he stares at the flower on the wall hes drowning out that demonic voice.

Notice the eye in the middle, showing a memory he has walking with his platoon in a field smelling fresh just before the attack bringing him back to the local dance hall where he met his love dancing as the band played their fiddle.

The eye in the middle shows meaning, shows that flowers are beautiful but they stand alone on a stem and witness brutality from a world that's demeaning.

This man is a prisoner of war that has escaped but has become his own, holding his garments and his favorite book awaiting the shadow to come through the closet door to over take his thrown.

Sadly it's his own depiction of the orders he'd taken that sewn this break in reality, the shark tooth necklace is a symbol that he's sharp minded enough to keep his mental from shadow to reality, a soldiers mind at its Witt's end now that's a fatality.

This man told you his darkest secrets his hero isn’t Superman he doesn’t wear a cape, he holds a staff with a sharp blade a hoodie with black cloth to drape.

Therapy is a bandaid it’s not an escape, like trying to get pulled over by the cops just to evade it’s a consequence that’s created thoughts of being enraged.

Like a sight glass scope he’s got his enemy engaged, can’t pull the trigger on them he likes the study of the tok that makes them tik he’s enslaved.

The mental he has was useful to an army, he no vegetation but his anger he’s farming.

People laugh he’s crazy to some he’s a comfort to others it’s alarming.

If you knew the barrels he looked down in his past your mouth would gape, i mentioned his hero doesn’t have a cape.

He’s got a staff with a sharp blade and covers himself in black with souls to drape, he wasn’t held down, he figured out a way to write to escape from being mentally enslaved.