Gnawing, breaking, The Stronger persist
Hands shaken
Nights of dread
There is no time for second guessing
When every idea isn't right
Life itself could jump the cliff
And fall on each step that it takes
The world's half love is death itself
Or my whole life is death's half heart
Three or more coffees
Four or more gins
Five or more nightmares
Or even more screams
Crashing, swelling, blocked my throat
Eyes too dry
My lips too bled
Hear no words.
