s u n g d u k .

It's raining; I love the rain because it spells good fortune.
The rain saves me from slipping but only until the drizzling stops.
Then the dry silence begins to engulf me in my thoughts again.

I'm drowning, swallowed by my own sea of thoughts.

My hand left cold from standing in the rain.
A lost child, who has hardened with the dry drizzle of a bitter season

But the rain has stopped and so has fear, I'm empty with emotion,
Like plastic bottles that lie on deserted streets tinkling as they are beaten by rain drops.

But it's beautiful and strangely wicked how alone my soul has been
Kept company only by a shadow and these aching thoughts.
They keep me strong, keep me alert, keep me wanting.

So tell the devil to stop knocking on my door so I can finally rest
Grey hairs should tell you I'm not afraid,
My feet should show you that I have walked further than I can be chased,
My chest should tell you that I've got the darkness on my side.
Tell him that I'm waiting, but warn him of the fear I will instill in him

I'll shake him of his false confidence,
Twisting his mind to suit my environment.
Crippling him is only the beginning...

There is no pain he can give that I have not already endured
No wrath that I have not already consumed
No trick that I have not already used

So warn him because I cannot be defeated...
                                                    I am a warrior.