fighting
i am losing this fight but it isn't what you're thinking i slip on control in weary bouts of freshness sparkling energy surging because i know what its about
i simply cannot contain it i am fighting for its fall to subside and make it crawl back into this old shell
so long so well at holding back the tide
i'm losing now this fight and just might let it ride for beaten i feel on polar ropes not unaware of the dark power it holds lashing out striking gold
like a million bucks i'll throw away
it's not what i'd been told it's sorrowful, electric and tears right through with limbs the size of hurricanes and a razored hardened wit not forged or tempered in any prescient way
all wicked loose and shifting mantle from you to me it kills and through destruction creates all that little we will not let rest