Light bearer with a Dark soul I’m not a Saint, no not even close Painting images that Dali would call distasteful I’m cocky, aggressive and highly ungrateful I only trust the person that I see through the glass But even he’s giving me signs to start watching my back If I’m a co-creator of the world that I see Why would I worry bout where I go when this life cease? The mark of Cain tatted on my battered up heart Tryna make the best of life with these throwaway cards I wanna find a pure love but don’t know where I should start Daydreaming on what’ll be my final remarks I’d rather bear the cross than not keep things real Facing down firing squads for the things that I feel I was born for this era, doing what I’ve been called Knowing that anybody can but I’m the only one who will - NewDaVinci