Running. Muscles. Worn. I jump and leap. 


I force myself into intense moments to moan out in pain. Aching all my days. 


Sweat breaks. Moods tense. Teeth clenched. Fighting for blood. I indulge the intense emotion to drive, to jump, to drown it all out. 


To prevail- a fight just of fighting. Anxiousness pervades my dreams. Don’t stop. Never stop. Pull the sword. Be the blade.


No remorse.