Is it real or make believe?

Never in doubt when it’s over me

Strike me down right to my knees but never a warning

Forget to breath

I lose my tongue won’t say a thing

You’d better ‘man up’ in the make-believe always

Dead weight

The sight breaks

The arms shake

The mouth fakes

I’m gonna tumble and I’m dead weight

The eyes glaze

The head strays

The rush stays

It’s gonna tumble and I’m dead weight

I won’t fold

I take hold

I’ve been told

It’s gonna crumble when I’m dead weight and in shock

I take stock

I’ve got survival pushing in my head

Salt

Blood

Drip

Dream

Oxygen

No there’s no intellectual backbone

It’s just some self-postulating list of things you might consider as priorities

Third one’s odd but ‘water’s’ two syllables

I want it to snap like any other twat trying to express themselves