War-Blooded
Coming down like a lost boy in the woods,
does he discover other Titans belonging
in the hoods.
Stumbling onto a handprint covered in blood,
is a court and his throne all shaped
in dry mud.
Let him grab his axe to let out his roar,
and when he beats his chest, it's his
time for war.
A Big Game
I talk a big game, but I feel I'm lame.
Cause every day's the same, which puts
me to shame. It makes me feel like shit,
causing me to feel unfit, even the pros
make me feel gaslit. I should be out by
now, making a name, but I don't know
how, despite wanting no fame. In the end,
it's not the presence I want known, but the
absence I want seen.
