pommel holding on towards grain 
pity taking hold through sorrow 
city surrounding, clouds compounding
bask for mixture including the measure
electric and moving on down the lane
killers and dogs and all your cares in the gutter
cold blame appointing and a stare so firm
fight or flight or disappear
failure's right behind you but victory has my back
clever last words disregarded but not unheard
mirrors expelling what they should only reflect
doors to a soul that will not be shut away
crackles across the walls
shaking unfelt by bone
groaning at the plumes that tease the gaze and bait thoughts
i'll take that victory
lids closed and blood rushing
end of breath and soul laid bare
there was not a sound but the pain of years bore down
pray for theft of glance on failure
exert to rise and choosing lines
disappear, disappear, take it to heart