recurrent

it was the licking of winds

against parted ways

where i found myself drowning

farther into a darkness

unknown

it was the protection of steel

that would be an enemy

not to me

but the difference between life a death

straight across

it was the contact

of skin that left me

burning alive,

threatening to tear me apart

each and every tine

so when i say

that the ending of me

had always been him,

i speak the truth

through and through

no man is my equal

i can decide how far

if ever

but even with the protection of steel

i fall to his feet

again

a gain

a g ain

a g a in and,

a g a i n