Sugar Bastard

Though my bones glass

And my flesh of parchment

The spirit steeled

Fist of granite, clenched

Resolve to persevere

Existence determine to hurt

Lacking relief

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