Two legs can widen concrete cracks 
when pain erupts then builds again.
Like shooting stars down highway veins;
chronic collisions, light wont stain.

Shadows consume rational thoughts,
even lust can't escape the maze.
It's the struggle to wake everyday
on a shore of pain hit by waves.

Doubly dry when the fan won't work,
sweat beads down, no mirage in sight.
No doctor can re-hydrate me,
pain will always creep in the night.

It's a lifetime up the hill,
while spending most days falling down.
I won't let pain become the king,
I'll gut his neck to take the crown.