It's gonna be a blast I'm about to pump some air Forces unhinged must throttle aghast Rise muscles of iron and fists of flair.
Almost a gang inception My internal organs rebel all forgotten Outside a mantle of muscle armor feeding on action Maybe in a stretched second, but if not in a dozen.
Committed like Bull was I in my mind Stretched on the sand all limbs out and inert Stories succumbed.. went still, my eyes blind Imagination eager to stroll whilst my body is all but desert.
Was it always this empty? Was it always a mess! This forgotten conundrum, Devoid of life.. Sparkle. Degress!
Were we ever so numb! Dumb struck by life's mess? Ignoring pain floating inside, Succumbing to empty.. Grey. Less!
Another breath survives alright A glimpse of blue across the sky Me thinks of food.. A glass of wine She says hello.. I say good bye.