Skar Tissue
Infections of my feeble mind,
Derived from thoughts of death and life.
Recruitment to thy aid divine,
And remenesent of my life long strife.

And to me who all lay dead beside,
In wars of trageties and poins bows.
And my love and lover dead reside,
In rock and stone and softs' bestows.

But bring me thy love, and bring my thy memory,
Of a life long lost, to pain because of me.
And my firstborn decides to go on without need of tears,
And stay here I must, until my heart appears.

But without thee, I would be lost,
Forever in a state of confusion and of panic,
And with thee, my heart is frost,
Cold and dead and hard as granite.

As for my fate, it has been decided.
And for your fate, my fate resides.
And as for my life, no regrets have been concided,
And live to fight or die, in you that decides.


is this vincent?