They call me antifreeze, yeah I can seem sweet but when you see how cold the streets freeze ya know ya gonna need me.

Strike or ya bite me, to see how blue I bleed and end up what you eat so probably dead meat.

clinical sinner. Tribe? surviving the winter. Criminal grin-and-serve-fast-hands, Rat master like Splinter.

These Rat-Bastards is dimmer, finna bask in my glimmer, but their switches is limited my light Burnam to Cyndrs.

I am an elemental, salamander, alabaster mind, the part of me most powerful is bright enough to blind, the art in me is powerful and righteous every line, no matter penned or painted sang moved or expectorated *spits*

Weak Men and

Grim Shades both

Flee Fast the

Bright Blades

Of the Sabres

I Keep in My Skull.

I keep cool, but always ready to duel, my hand upon a wood katana like I studied in school; the Rhodes Scholar Miyamoto, taught me all about Iato and for them as step to test I’m all like “Domo Arigato”

-so very much anger in me and still I fight to stay kind, and to do the write thing.

Ready to free fall a long time now, let the call of the wild out- let my Hart‘s Flame Sing!

“sing to me muse of the rage of Achilles.” “ja doch! ‘der holle rache brent im meine hertz Loß ! Las mich frei. Macht arbeit mann so? manchmal nein; so war es und so wird es immer sein es tüt mir leid immer allein. Neimand dabei zum nemen rein. Herztliche Glückwunschen zum alle meine verlosten Freundin

I hope that life, and you, get better. I hope you don’t regret it. I hope you’re happy with the sea of other fish you’ve netted but ne’ere fergit; the kelpie what slipped thru yr nets. Fiery Black darkwater dragon shifting shapes in search of grace.

“And when you turned around, get turned to salt for looking back“

“Let me be the one that you were looking at.”