If Im Powerless When The Hour Tests,
Open Eye In The Barrel, No Coward Ness
Instead Of My Eyes Shut To Blink, I Man Up An Think
Death Is An Edge To A Landscape An I’m On The Brink
Pontificating Decisions, To My Self Alone To Scrape Dignity From Inside
Exonerating Provisions Lead Me To Stray From Hates Epiphany In Stride
Arms To Pump, And Knees To Bend, As I Breathe To Escape Past The Breeze And Wind
In A Marathon Of Thoughts, I Crease In Sin, I Fold To The Devil And Release Again
I Exhale With Hope, Like The Smoke From The Exhaust Of A Truck
Through A Chamber Of Anger, I’m Broke Within A Holocaust Of Muck
Through The Cost Of Luck, The Rage In Waves, In A Way It Paves My Days
As The Cement Of Truth Settles To Mold, The Bitterness Slaves My Gaze
Submission Name: Open Eyes
