These hands, weathered and abused. These hands in place of a women these hands always used. These hands that did fight

The smoke does curl winding through the hoar—frost air Let it fill lung see visions of a night leave and not again appear

Power, is what most seek Control To have power Is powerful The common Lust for this

Drink Drink to excess, the pain away Have another And another day You’re a bad person

Hell ever present greedy arms pulling and ripping Hell impatient never waiting

A war inside this cannot be won i fight myself at every turn when shall i ever if ever

It is palpable, I can taste it. It teaches me lesson’s I only have it when i drink My bastard My Ego

I, the good looking man I do not look until I sense proper time I shred garb with lustful eye— I speak false

I would enjoy the eyes of others when i reach success It is something i truly want I want nice things and i want succ… How could I be a man without thes…

Embers of Wrath Long has it been Since the flames ceased to burn Long has it been Since I have felt that warmth

Horses run the ground dry Men on their backs, yell with fury… Sword and Pistol in hand Battle—born, they live just to die Combat and bloodshed is their way.

If i went without words I would lack a soul for my soul exists in words in prose of old i express the hidden

Love and madness I have always loved to much For there is such a thing As caring without regard for me This is madness, and it is love.

My lady, is kind and thoughtful. I drink her, and she drinks me in… My lady is kind and thoughtful. She does not judge My lady so kind