Fighting To Live (Living To Fight)

From out of the void
where time seems irrelevant
where pain and suffering never differentiate
one moment to the next,
its all mixed together in this pot called misery

And I....
I'm force fed like newborn babes fresh off the teet
huge spoonfuls of the rancid concoction
that melts away the path
back to happiness

Many would say standing on death's door
is a personal revelation of one's self
while waiting to be judged by the creator
after death has occurred
more of a metaphor than actually being physically there

But digesting misery so complacently
has it complications
doing so...
you're forced to accept the limitations on life
and bare with the fact that it's over.....

That you are weak and fragile
and life is too much of a burden
for you to handle alone
Even in my darkest hours
I just can't fathom me giving up so easily

(shakes head)

Not me..........
like Dylan Thomas said
" I will not go quietly into that dark night "
because I........

I got still got living to do

A Word

From

Da Lord

Mason Da Ruler
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