frost smith - Perseverance

Gritting my bloody gums
Bubbled, raw, and exposed
Meat stripped to the jaw bone
Teeth mushed away from days already survived
Crazy thoughts are like the infected pus juice washing them down
Swallowed like my no longer existing pride
Poignant promises probably passed perception pausing post-maturely
Piercing pricks penetrate producing pain
The only way I know I’m alive
Over my shoulder the demon is breathing
A world so freezing
I can see his breath
Smoke rings from a devilish creature
Trying to bring about my death
It takes forever for the end to come
Hurling forth at a snails pace
Sweltering heat brings to a broil
Sitting in my self created turmoil
Like a tourist in a cannibals pot
They come too late the lessons taught

frost smith

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