Deep thoughts
Deeply troubled
Steep grade, precipice
Subverted and subdued
Perceived extremist
Contradictions in truth
Pain on the surface
Something hidden out of view
Deep thoughts
Deeply troubled
Steep grade, precipice
Subverted and subdued
Perceived extremist
Contradictions in truth
Pain on the surface
Something hidden out of view
Insides in tatters
Wounds bleeding in the dark
No sign of trouble
Just a hole in the heart
Fire within
Not the burn of motivation
Just agony
Pain chokes my vision
Trading time
Train my mind
Tempering my body
Tune out the pain
Something life has taught me
Long years
Chronic agony, old friend
Pushing boundaries
Succeed, or pay in flesh
Illness ever present
From birth until my death
In decline, trying my resilience
My will to carry on
Clench my teeth until they crack
I’m like a rabid dog
Scraps of life, clenched in my jaw
You’ve got to kill me dead, or I’ll never give it up
Despite breaking my heel, I’ve managed to stay productive. Unfortunately, staying productive isn’t always profitable. I suppose I’m really in no different a position than I have been for the last several years, except I’m now physically broken as well. This would normally be the part where I attempt to direct folk to my patreon page, but I don’t really see the point. If people won’t support the charitable organization I run, I highly doubt anyone would want to help me personally. Hope everyone is having a substantially better week than I am. Bye for now.
– J.C. “Mongo” Lloyd
Fragile body
Fracture it like clay
Fired, used, bits come loose
Soon throw it all away
No more mending endless cracks
Returned to the earth
Becoming of the past
Pain radiates
Comes in waves from the core
Corrupt inside
Hard to hide
Even harder to ignore
Torn
Run through by ragged edge
Endless wounds
Never have a chance to mend
Trading blows with the world
Gravity bests me
Break my body
At home with pain
Cut and bruise me
Unrelenting
Shattered bones
Hello, old friends
Demon dwells within
Securely out of reach
Up against a pain that leaves me incomplete
Mockery of the self
I’m not what I once was
I’ve become something else