My hands gave under mute and violent protest. My feet planted like seeds and I stretched my limbs, watching you grow and change without me. Look at me close. Tell me you don’t see your absence rotting inside of me. Listen to me close. Tell me you don’t hear the throe of this beat. I am the man who fell to earth. I come from nothing, I am no one. I am misery (you placed this crown of thorns upon my head but I chose to wear it).