My sins are numerous
My lies piles high
My skin is stained with blood
Women scarred know of my bite
A broken man I am
Breaking where I see fit
Rules, law love, trust
I’ve been loyal to none of this
Dream have never held my breath
The future died every morn
Gladly numb, regrettably stuck
I’ve become worse than torn.
By Travis Sicklovan
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