Only way out, we'll see about that.

The only way is out is death they say. 

Well I'm going to prove them wrong today. 

I figured out the puzzle is in my head,  a non  verbal vision of a place I have sort of been. 

I'm no expert but I know where and what I've seen. 

I gathered a few scars of love. 
And treasures two. 

This bar that turns my broken neck is a way to kill me for shure, but we'll see what it takes to kill me. 

For it makes me sad all the begging I've done because I wasn't born a son. 

A woman's work is never done. 
And the burdens are in cumbersome. 

​​​​​​See me oh way out, choose me I beg of you. 
Sometimes if you cry a million rivers and  you still don't get though. 

But we'll see what fall takes my essence as many hands have tried. 

​​​​​​Death may have the last laugh angry souls are his chips he is nasty indeed. 

There's no way of beating him. 
No way away out is what he preaches. 

I'm not listening to that crap. 
Inter dimensional that's where it's at.