Nail
by Ceremony· from Violence Violence
Getting closer to
the breaking point,
With blatant words
my voice is shot,
while my skull takes another hit,
I try to cover my broken nose.
Body's weak,
lacks courage and pride
each blow is more brutal than
the last.
Seeing my mistakes slowly seep into the earth
bearing scars that open now and then,
each tells a different story
I could really give a fuck if I ever win or lose.
Your wounds become a part of you.
They condone the real truth.