A man of good
a man of evil
Tired marks lands upon his skin
He is of wounded
And he is of sin
For he can learn to love
Or he can hide
But he is man that holds desire inside
He moves with the wind
And rises with the moon
He is life no one can presume
He is of loving nature
For his own kin
He is the monster within his own skin
Fear is he himself
For he has no bounds
He runs at night with wolves and hounds
He makes imperfection perfection for he is life himself
Old habits die when you know he's quiet as a mouse
He is a man night
Who moves with silence
He is the one who doesn't choose violence
He oppresses his suppressors
And call himself king
For he is lonely and has no meaning
He can be disoriented
Or he can fly
But all I know is he's a amazing type of guy❤️
