My bones they creak
They beg to give in
They swear to me
That this is our end.

My skin it burns
It rips and it tears
It bleeds profusely
Puddles everywhere.
It cries my name
With each passing slash
And swears to me
This is our last.

My muscles they burn
As harsh acid fills in
It pleads to give up
They need to give in.
It groans to me
Weak with despair
We must surrender or we will no longer be here.

My body it aches
It screams as we bleed.
It needs to rejuvenate,
To rest and receive.
It promises our demise
With sharp barking words,
To go on is death!

My soul it sings,
And screams all the same.
It feels all the hurt,
And it knows all of the pain.
It knows the trial is more then can bear,
But it sings because it knows we are almost there.
It whispers sweat words to the rest of my being
To go on is death, but so is just staying.
Move forward,
Go on.
See the world through a screen
Or look with your eyes,
And experience new things.
-ALC December 21, 2016