My flesh is a melting pot of triumph and torture, defiant yet mangled, it is living to die. What else would you expect from a veteran of a spiritual war? My body is covered with scars, not unlike most who have played in the sun and dabbled in the dark. I was met on the gridiron battlefield by brutes and agilest of all sorts during my tenure. Some of them were thirsty for blood and wished to defeat me. Others were of my breed and although of different creeds, could embrace the balance of difference. This is a rough exoskeleton, a thick Husk to keep the demons at bay. The burns are from intense radiation being forced through my head, face, neck, shoulders and chest without fail for 8 weeks. This radiation has changed my world many times over and although the burn marks have faded, the flesh is still tattered. It grew from nothing at all. I have seen the moist exposed layers of meat beneath my own epidermis, seething as my heart continued to pump blood into the skin that was no longer there. Eventually, there was a speck, the beginning of a pore had fought its way to the surface. As it grew in I remained bandaged, and shrouded in a dark cloak so as to keep the sun's deadly rays from igniting my new skin, singeing it further. My tattoos tell my story, the same as my Chronicles and Music. Each born of some battle, a feud between opposing ideals, not good or evil, but life and death. I want to be covered in life and death, happiness and sorrow, and even your heaven and hell. Unfortunately, anyone can enjoy the good memories and joyous occasions. I do not give these things value like some. I prefer to rejoice in the horror that I have over come in life, these are the things that have made me who I am. These are the things that give me strength when I feel low and debate the meaning of it all. I don't look for answers elsewhere for issues that begin with me. The answers are right here, I need only look in a mirror to see where to go. Life imitates art and art imitates life. I am a story taken from the real world into place where nightmares are out dreams and we welcome them into our minds to wage war. Hear it in the music, read it on the page, see it in the flesh.