Exit Wounds

His reality they say is sane
But still i'm full of bullet holes
Targeting to defend my dormancy
My incompletency when I'm down to raw flash

These are my tomorrow's sins
Trapped in margins of the judgment's cast

I'll know your end
But with closed eyes

Despise me for I'm not you anymore
Secretly still the same
Just not your food or milk
But crookedness can still be the truth