The barbarian in me says no tomorrow,
The demons I see want only pain and sorrow.
How can I resist this reality they twist?
How can I survive the look inside their eyes?
When my hands shake, when this world takes,
So much out of me, there's so much I can't see.
It perplexes me, the ease of honesty,
At which I can tell, of my living hell.
But when it matters most, to those I hold close,
It's never so clear, I fold to my own fear.
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