Battered. Torn and twisted reflection of a worn face. Disgraced as I look away. Will I live to see another day. It doesn't help me to relay the pain to unfold. I will refrain from the cold. From this bitter cold. So far gone I can't scream. As I awake from a dream. Or is this pain real? Suffering. Nothing left to conceal. We could be wrong life may be way to long. Why plant the seed as everything comes to an end. Life will just turn another bend. So I'll go in silence. Here comes the violence. Here comes the fucking violence. Sufferance. Suffering. Emotional torment.