This would be better with speed,
A couple smokes and some motherfucker
Who wants to step up.
Facing fears of future
With wind barely biting at my face,
Life’s too good to not live.
Laid bare, my eyes close
To reveal the barren nature of
What may come to fruition.
A shiver runs down my spine.
I’m fucking alive.
I’m here, and you can’t rid me
Without violent action.
Good luck with that.
Be it delusions or hallucinations,
I know I’ll walk the tracks,
Cold and lonely, dreading every step,
Relishing every breath.
I’m fucking alive,
Throat tight and holding back a piss,
Tomorrow brings another fix.
Dcid Corvid 