Chapter 6: Swollen State

Burnt body, charred soul, drowned in the alcohol,

not able to rise up or stand on my forbidden land,

left thin and lean, glean, but still not clean,

I have faint marks on my body and have rusted glands.

Fight, fight, fight and all I could just do I write

these words of mine describe my hidden plights,

living on the edge of every breath I take,

life for me is on the verge of make or break.

I empty my spirit in the spirits on a daily basis,

cigarette butts fly on around me as the seconds races,

in need of these sources to block my mind from those faces,

I don’t care about the suffering that my body chases.

Left alone time to straighten up,

need to take a break and give me a strong pump,

I take my bike and move on to a destination unknown,

leaving behind the memories of mine thrown.