“Where have you been all year?” they ask.
“Why, I’ve been living on the dark side of the moon.” I say
Spending lots of time in my room
Halfway to death;
I try to inch away
Fight to stay conditioned
Keep polishing the system.
Poison inches its way closer and closer
Bringing me so very near to my last breath.
It travels quickly throughout; I must think fast.
As time moves on and I’m still breathing,
It comes to my realization that
This is not my death, but it is in fact The Rebirth,
Death before life.
I die to live again.
Kickstart my heart when it stops beating,
Bargain with my mind to stick around for just a little longer.
It wants to leave; it wants to retire
It is afraid and is too tired to carry on.
Oh, brain, please don’t leave,
I don’t know what I’d do without you…
When my brain stops, my heart will surely follow suit,
And then the rest is history.
No matter how hard it gets, and it gets hard,
My will to live must carry me through now.
The will is stronger than the human.
It hangs on for dear life,
When all else is starting to shut down.
It’s closing time
And my spirit is the bartender
The one who cleans up after the party ends.
She is the one stuck cleaning up what nobody else wants to look at,
Making it inviting for another day open for business.
And because of that, we live.
Hell, or high water.
We know we’re going to make it.