“A psychic once told me he would be shocked, if I lived beyond 30. Looking at the road behind grow, seems legit.”
A spectre in the darkness, ever it lingers, since we first glimpse his wicked eye. Your lying, when you tell me your not dying, and I’m just trying, to keep buying, another peaceful night… the price, however, has never been right. A moment intact, trapped in eternity, I shall always see. The forces you have allied, have lied, and now you’re a slave to gravity, you’re stuck in the tide… grip yourself fool, then release, and just ride. Every battle taken to heart, every break, every single goddamned mistake… I’m still here. You have tried, demon, to take me since I first had sight. You can’t have me, for I shall continue to fight. Because I matter right? I am human. I exist. I feel the tug, and before I can resist… gravity… has got me. Hit harder! Drive the nail deeper! The coffin you fashion, it shall be yours, and yours alone. May we all remember on that day, we are more than blood and bone.