I Am the little Foolish baby.
I Am the Man, who Must learn.
I Am the boy, knowing One thing,
The one always in a Rush.
I Am my Fathers Image,
The One, Who Death would love to touch.
I Am the Son of an Angel,
Not meant for this place.
I Am the Brother of a Woman
Who cannot help, but to Race.
I Am the Watch, the Silent Sentry.
I Am, become Death.
I Am a friend to All,
When befriended In Return.
I Am the brain, Second Guessing.
I Am the Fire, that WILL, that will burn.
I Am the Thought repressed,
I Am the striking Hammer, but swinging in the vain?
I Am the Force, moving even Still,
Unmoved by Every pain.
I Am the Wolf, keenly Hunting.
I Am the eyes Ya’ll never See.
I Am your Darkest Night… More?
If you make of me…
You’re enemy*
