Grab this bull by the horns and continue to push.
Onlookers nervous believing this part of some elaborate ambush.
Eyes darts like needles flung at the wall.
Screams fill this air like a barbaric call.
Mount up and ride away.
Prepare to live another day.
Smile like a demon on every drug.
Endure as if in moments there will be an apocalyptic flood.
Wiping clean these arteries of infection.
Flushing them until there is feeling.
Reclaiming what no longer seems to beat.
Pause as creeps continue to rave and cavort.
What has been offered is not something bought.
Paid in blood for stolen arms wide open.
Their mercy is little more than a token.
Mount up and ride away.
Prepare to live another day.
Smile like a demon on every drug.
Endure as if in moments there will be an apocalyptic flood.
Wiping clean these arteries of infection.
Flushing them until there is feeling.
Reclaiming what no longer seems to beat.
Tug at seams not quite joined all the way.
One sharp yank will make it more than simply fray.
Craving fascination that is long dead.
Lost when there was a cave in further ahead.
Down this shaft awaits only demise.
Suck on devastation to breed old lies.
Festering beneath what carcass remains.
Escape this place.
To late to change what will fracture these skies!
Mount up but there is no getaway.
Prepare to die poorly day.
Frown like an angel lost to a drug.
Endurance will not combat this impending apocalyptic flood.
To wipe clean all arteries of infection.
Flush them new until there is feeling.
Reclamation of what no longer should of been beating.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 