Bite Back
I stand alone.
I've learned more on my own
I've been running
functioning fine without my mind
so I leave with hopes to break the chains that grip my focus
Pace by Pace
Breathe
I watch people pass me by
Come and go
Fantasysing their thoughts, moves, and lives
breathtaking, intriguing, impelling, or thrilling
if only everyday could be that way
good and evil on a battlefield
Bullets flying everywhere
I don't know what home is, but is it anywhere close to the word bastard?
Growing up never truly holds up its end of the bargain.
I have a voice
I am my own
I speak my mind
I breathe
Manifestation within
A different creation
Relation, but don't judge a book by it's cover, my stories just as meessed up as any other.
With a strike so sharp,
I will bite back
The shiver of a cold
Send you back where you came from
Epiphany.
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