This is a feeling you can’t escape
its an empty loneliness, I know it
me by myself despite a strong team
back in the boxing ring
keep hoping that i’ll wake from this
how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19?
This is fear I can feel it
eating through my stomach
like a starving lion lurking
I float in the warm blood below
that puddles beneath my cold carcass
nothing I have to say, sadly
is worth the struggle for a last breath
when all there is to eat is poisonous plants
do you skip a meal or go for broke?
Vomiting up the last of my hopes
torn between defiance and defeat
battle cries and fate’s cruel jokes
all of my heroes have records
my internal infrastructure sparks riots
when I wake the smokes scattered
and I have to face reality
survival is a must
acceptance then progress
it hurts though