His face grimaces like the reaper intends for us all
Feeling his skin collect beneath his fingernails
The pain only lingers for a moment or two
Then is taken away, far away, back to where it began
Its done now, its all over
Yet the itching remains, that fucking constant itch
Wretching him from his restraints, clenching his head
He cant help but dig his fingers deep, trying to bore it out
God help whatever this might be, god help it
Not him
God cant help him
God hasnt
God wouldnt understand
God has yet to
God God God God God God
Each single syllable sticks, like a horrid sickening spore
Brought into the lungs and shooting thru his blood
There is no evil or good anymore
There will not be
There will be living
Because that's what he does
That's how he survives
He is Callus Man
The human scar
Each raised gash in his grey heart is another lash from compassions suffocating grasp
There be no better option than to cut her tendons
Before another finger can wrap itself around him again
His past flaps and flies behind him like ribbons acrossed his body
Previous wars fought, but this will be the last

Think twice before ever even whispering the idea of nothing worse than what you are
How you feel, what you've been thru, what you may become
Because the pit is bottomless, and we're all falling at once
Some of us just havent realized it yet
And some - like he - have given up trying to fly