Posting for Dat. Hook him up with some comments.
I need to feel alive my friend.
I need the penultimate moment between second-split,
Where I’m receiving pain, and feeling it.
I want a knife to swing by my face
Relying on my reflexes to determine how much damage
I take.
Oh the fun.
I need to destroy mirrors on cars,
With my fist perhaps, hoping to catch a shard
In my hand. Achieve the leave of blood
If I could, I would,
But this game I play is for fools.
This lonely concrete sound,
Of a beggars playground.
I took a blow to my nose,
Just to see how much it stains my sleeve.
Give or take a scar, this mortality is the key I need.
I cannot fail, or rather I cannot win
My goal is here
In front of me, but damnit
I simply
Cannot
Give in.