I could be mean, I could be angry, you know I could be just like you....

Trent Michael Phillips, magically known as Trentivian Mikhail de Wiccanlocke, walking by a mirror in his house one day, only to see something ugly, terrible, and loathing in his face...his own father, who is a twisted and mad sociopath hunting his family ruthlessly to gain vengeance for all he believes they caused him. And Trent hates his father, but to hate his father is to hate a half of himself, and he must overcome it...

So what if you can see the darkest side of me...no one will ever change this animal I have become...

He grabs the baseball bat, wants to eradicate that mirror, that image that will not fade, of his father's three dimensional face snarling out at him like a rabid dog. But that will only fuel the beast, fuel the raging tempest that has indeed become his temper. He needs to dig back, to face the flaws, the scars, the truth, the pain...but is he mature enough?

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45, swimming through the ashes of another life...no real reason to accept the way, things have changed, staring down the barrel of a .45....

Trent, put down the bat.

Trent and Rovian de Wiccanlocke, and all story, (c) me.

Lyrics, in order, by Three Day's Grace and Shinedown.