Nightmarcher

I rear my ugly head from this cave of solitude
Unloving, untouched, unforgiven
Everyone has something to say, causing years of mistakes and isolation
My father, he knows not of these wounds I have given
Set apart from the competition
A man alive, a show of pure aggression
Set apart from the competition
A man alive, an act of hard suppression
Is this delusion, is this bravado?
Spit in my face and pull me under
Universally hated and largely ignored
I'm feeling pretty bitter and this pain I've reserved for you
Prepare for the very last time of unassisted breathing
This smirk, this walk, is all for show and as long as I hide these broken knuckles, no one will know