By Chad Carlson
It is nothing you can see
It\'s born of dark inside of me
Calculating everything
To break away and take the reigns
I have lived an eventful life
Broken bones to mark the times
Pins and plates to keep me whole
But I\'ve always had control
Parted lips a bloody smile
Roar like a beast eyes wide and wild
Must focus on that dreaded task
To maintain myself keep darkness back
Pushing limits too far at times
To keep control of what is mine
My brain was damaged when skull was cracked
Can barely perform the simplest tasks
When there\'s nothing left to break
I\'ll step back and give it reigns
It does no good for it to try
The shell is to damaged it has to die
In cowardly fashion the darkness flees
Cannot die in the shell of me
I reclaim the reigns just in time
Try to keep my vital signs
The pain is blinding but I don\'t mind
It lets me know I\'m still alive
Try to focus try to move
Nothing happens it\'s way too soon
A shadow falls across my eyes
I hear a voice that I recognize
It mocks my failure but to my surprise
It gives me credit because I tried
The last thing that it said to me
It\'s my shell now I have the keys
I feel my essence start to fade
The broken spots are whole again
The darkness prevailed my time is done
Word of warning... if... you... meet me...
RUN!!!
(Based quite loosely on my real injuries and an overactive imagination.)