Sugar Bastard

Though my bones glass
And my flesh of parchment
The spirit steeled
Fist of granite, clenched

Resolve to persevere
Through existence
Determined to hurt
Lacking relief
In a reality
Ending in dirt

Fight fate
Fight god
Hope, begins to abate

I grit my teeth
And plant my feet
Into the fucking 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