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.