bloodshot eyes and dirty skin
drink the life from my soul
as I leak again
what can never be


TeddyAs a child, I had some teddy bears. Grey, blue, green, all colors. But then you grow older, and as a boy, those cuddly stuffed animals lose their appeal to you. A man’s harsh fate, to have to wander around the world without a teddy. I remember how dad once gave me these plastic cars, and asked if I wasn’t getting old for stuffed animals. Mother probably shook her head at him. But his cars didn’t miss their purpose. The teddies all ended up in the closet. Then in a bag on the attic. And I have no idea where they are now. All gone. The personifications of my early childhood. Of those days when dad used to ask me what I’d be when I had grown up.Teddy


BreadlineI am a tale as old as time itself Collected from a world much different With unwritten rules of etiquette Known to only the most chivalricBreadline
I am the guardian set to defend the laws that govern us, my guide And my swords doesnt hesitate To slay the wicked offenders
I had no choice in who I became It seems this way, now, even when I fought so hard against the bonds Only to strengthen as my loyalty grew
This is what I am This is who I have become This is why Ill always be
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