Life is a war
Endless, fierce, and tiring.
And I do win a battle,
Or more
But every time life is firing
I'm down on my knees.
And my blood shall freeze
On the soft, fluffy snow
Pure, white, and baring
The rotten, black, and dying soul
With no light of hope, no glow
And not a faint spark of life,
Or trying
To stop the headfirst dive
Into the ripping and grinding ocean
Where the brain eating demons thrive.

I've been told,
I just have to survive
One more battle,
And then I can get out
And drive
Away from the cold metal
With its sharp edge
And dodge
The crushing and lethal
Blows thrown by life.

And I do, but it wont stop.
Life will again drag me from the top
To the deepest bottom.
It will chew away the hope.
And once you fall into that loop
You are not a man anymore, but a phantom.
You will try many things, the most random
***, drugs, a support group
But you are not one of them anymore, you are a loup
And you cant get back to normal
And the wolves wont accept you either
You are too weak, too slow, too dull.