with my bare hands & a faulty bullet proof vest.
i eat glass & fire & sharks
& swallow hard, squeezing my eyes tight.
sometimes you just can't stop the flow.
the mixture of blood & salt runs down the wall.
smeared together by the remains of your face & nose.
but disfigured & wounded is how i will find you.
i'd go as far as dying if i knew i could keep it up after my heart stops beating,
but a dead man fights no more.
so limp, crawl, struggle i will
because i believe in all of it.
& i believe in you & You.
"carry a torch into the darkest of places
& suddenly you can see all you've been missing"
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