[Dogstar]

He is the storm inside his head
He is the wave of discontent
He is the salt poured on the wound
He is the tender of his tomb

And still he pretends

He is the ringing in his ears
He is the voice of all his fears
He is the worm inside the core
He is the thief outside his door

And still he befriends

He is the splinter in his brain
He is fuel that fans the flames
He is the line drawn in the sand
He is the nail that splits his hand

And still he contends

He is the ghost under his bed
He is the weed choking him dead
He is the poison in his pen
He is the hate that won’t give in

And still he defends