This would be better with speed

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.

I am what happens

I am what happens.
Whatever I’ve become,
And where I go, transforming,
I am a product.

Imperialistic in breathing,
I expect to end as all the greats do,
Invaded, perverted and in a puddle of vomit.

I am the Holy Roman Empire,
Something to fear, my very existence.
With existential crises crashing,
I can be… unpredictable.
A Caligula.

Angry, I will sleep.
Accosted, I will sleep.
Ashamed, I will sleep,

And maybe when I wake,
It’ll be worth it.