Will Is The War

The mind is a jaw Teeth gnashed to the gum The body is a failure Lungs collapse when overrun The will is the war Scabs turn to scar The skin makes you sick Feathered and tarred Words are the cancer Once arranged they are null Your fists may pound flesh But all strikes are dull The only truth The instant of death We the living in instants Suffer eternally clawing for scraps of existence In search of the eternal breath…