Well-worn are pain and anger
Harbored in twilight and shadows...

I'm a failure,
miss every time...

In a gray recliner,
too weak to get up...

I know that I failed you,
Now i hang my head...

Living now in shadows, deep,
Creating stains to call my own...

Sanguine philosophy number one:
I can't erase what I've become...

A shattered glass face
(I see you there...

A new kind of god
a walking body...

Hundreds of scars speak thousands of words.
Some speak of deaths that almost occurred...