the grind

02/2012

I gladly sleep my days away.

Instead I crawl with the

fallen souls of the night.

Passing off poisons to 

increase our means

and resources.

Deadly excitements 

drive my live for the moment 

lifestyle and steel promises. 

                                                               

It really doesn't matter

anymore. That the scary 

thing. I used to fear.

Now I'm numb and ready

for anything. It's the nature

of the beast. Survival wins 

and money spends. I don't 

have a heart and rules bend. 

They call this the grind.

Sometimes it is better to get left behind.

Reviews

[JohnnyMagrinho]

The essence of life, I'd say. Unless you crawl, and remain face down in the dirt you know nothing of how to walk. And unless you've learnt to walk from such beginnings then you'll find it hard to learn how to ever do anything other than be one of the bottom feeders; one of those who would gladly steal your future for a quick fix. And that's the way of the world. Whoever we are we all grind, fighting against the metal system that is put in place to stop us from ever getting to where our potential should be realised.

Grinding is all there is. Everything else is just falsified ability.

[patricia]

I dont have a heart and rules bend. You channel your heart into your work, I love how you blended it with rules bend.
That last line moved me the most, sometimes it is so nice just to let them all get on with it. Thanks.

[Cassie Fraga]

ya know you just seem to get better and better!!! last line packs a punch... and yes I totally agree with it is sometimes better... GREAT WORK!!!!

[EMF]

Superb. Absolutley stunning. Dark and blazing work. Absolutley breathtaking

[i-love-you-boo♥]

i really like this you did an awesome job on this it was very well writen=)

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I loved this piece. It was really nicely written. The last line is my favorite because it is really true. Thanks for sharing!