BREAKING THE IMAGE YOU KNOW

I will break you in a million and one ways with what I say. This is not about anyone or anything. This time is all mine. I am breaking that image you know of me deep down in my heart and the tunnels of my mind,

The sparks are starting to ignite the fire, and I have been through every hell until I fell into this world, and this new version is ready to walk through the flames with my words as my weapons and the matches which lay upon my tongue.

The end is where I search to begin. Is there any good or evil within me? I have been a slave to their reality. Now I am free; I am a God, I am a devil, I have been an outlaw with every damn thing I ever saw.

I have been down that bottle. I drowned in those waters that were supposed to erase my original sin. My past images were always bet on to lose, but rebuilding this broken soul is like a rising phoenix born to win.

I was hoping you would not bring a gun to a knife fight because the old version of me is being cut out of my life, and your bullets can not shatter this image of me that I am creating.