Though my bones glass
And my flesh of parchment
The spirit steeled
Fist of granite, clenched
Resolve to persevere
Existence determine to hurt
Lacking relief
Reality ending in dirt
Fight fate
Fight god
Hope begins to abate
I grit my teeth
And plant my feet
Into the f*cking ground
Skin torn
Body shattered
Mind worn
Does it matter
Will struggle bear fruit
To suffer this way
Fleeting joy
Refuse to stay
Hurt
Does not define me
Ache
Will end no effort
Grief
Foils no will of mine
No will of mine