Titanium Soul
"I heard a singer on the radio late last night who said he's gonna kick the darkness until it bleeds daylight..."
"The only way out is through."
"It is better to be the hammer than the anvil."
I need to decompress. I need to figure things out. I have a lot of ridiculous shit running through my head that I need to be rid of. Emotional detox. I need to lock myself in a room with that inner bastard of mine and go after it with it's own weapons. I have to beat the shit out of this hard and angry and bitter man and find the kind soul that he's keeping hostage. It's not an easy job, cleaning house. But it's something that needs to be done.
Two men enter...one man leaves.
I used to be a fighter. I was raised by fighters and, thus, I became a fighter. Never had a damned thing handed to me and I never let a damned thing get to me. I knew when to turn it on and when to turn it off and I was smart and clever and, because of that, never had to raise my fists because I was smarter than them. I was stronger than them. I had talent and drive and passion and a future and it was all sitting there waiting for me to grab onto it with both hands and pull it in.
Somewhere along the line I gave up the fight. I took too many hits and was knocked down too many times. I became a bleeder. An open wound.
When I was a kid, I tried out for football because my dad wanted me to play football. I didn't make the team because I couldn't run 2 full laps. I went home and I was so disappointed and afraid that my father would hate me. He sat me down and he said "You're not entitled to a god-damned thing in this life, Michael. There's always someone bigger, better, faster, better looking, and more qualified than you just sitting there waiting for their turn to show you up. You're afraid of them because they can beat you up or outrun you and that's the truth. They can. You can either quit and let them walk all over you or you can give them all a DIFFERENT reason to be afraid of YOU."
People used to be afraid of me. I used to control rooms when I walked into them. This is fact. I'm not kidding when I say that my personality alone used to blow women's pants off. I was a force to be reckoned with.
Something defeated me. Not sure what it was, exzactly, that struck the final blow but something did. I am (barely) standing before you now as a man defeated. Too tired to fight any more losing battles. Sick of hearing fucking excuses for why I'm not good enough when, what it comes down to, is that nobody wants a man who just stands there and bleeds.
But, on the other hand, it'll never heal if I don't stop picking at it.
I have to meet it head-on and beat it to oblivion.
It's time to kick the darkness until it bleeds daylight.
"The only way out is through."
"It is better to be the hammer than the anvil."
I need to decompress. I need to figure things out. I have a lot of ridiculous shit running through my head that I need to be rid of. Emotional detox. I need to lock myself in a room with that inner bastard of mine and go after it with it's own weapons. I have to beat the shit out of this hard and angry and bitter man and find the kind soul that he's keeping hostage. It's not an easy job, cleaning house. But it's something that needs to be done.
Two men enter...one man leaves.
I used to be a fighter. I was raised by fighters and, thus, I became a fighter. Never had a damned thing handed to me and I never let a damned thing get to me. I knew when to turn it on and when to turn it off and I was smart and clever and, because of that, never had to raise my fists because I was smarter than them. I was stronger than them. I had talent and drive and passion and a future and it was all sitting there waiting for me to grab onto it with both hands and pull it in.
Somewhere along the line I gave up the fight. I took too many hits and was knocked down too many times. I became a bleeder. An open wound.
When I was a kid, I tried out for football because my dad wanted me to play football. I didn't make the team because I couldn't run 2 full laps. I went home and I was so disappointed and afraid that my father would hate me. He sat me down and he said "You're not entitled to a god-damned thing in this life, Michael. There's always someone bigger, better, faster, better looking, and more qualified than you just sitting there waiting for their turn to show you up. You're afraid of them because they can beat you up or outrun you and that's the truth. They can. You can either quit and let them walk all over you or you can give them all a DIFFERENT reason to be afraid of YOU."
People used to be afraid of me. I used to control rooms when I walked into them. This is fact. I'm not kidding when I say that my personality alone used to blow women's pants off. I was a force to be reckoned with.
Something defeated me. Not sure what it was, exzactly, that struck the final blow but something did. I am (barely) standing before you now as a man defeated. Too tired to fight any more losing battles. Sick of hearing fucking excuses for why I'm not good enough when, what it comes down to, is that nobody wants a man who just stands there and bleeds.
But, on the other hand, it'll never heal if I don't stop picking at it.
I have to meet it head-on and beat it to oblivion.
It's time to kick the darkness until it bleeds daylight.