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