Dream - Interlude

I'm curled on the floor with my eyes swollen shut from the fists of my circumstances
No light penetrates this pit where wolves howl and hyenas cackle
Mocking my efforts
Waiting for me to lay waste of myself

I've fought for nothing
Broken my soul for a piece of something not meant to be mine
I find my way blindly across the shattered remnants of my spirit barely able to pray
I don't know what to ask for
I don't want my physical wounds to heal
Because they're easier to deal with than the absences within me where no eyes watch

I've split my fists for nothing
Butting heads with fate who's fought far too many greats for me to match
So, I'm trying not to die though death is so easy
I'm trying not to just lie and let the scavengers feed off my wasted flesh and ravaged deeds
There's no blood left to bleed
Only an unforgiving consciousness replaying those failed attempts to leave
So, I breathe in the waste and taste the rotten blood
I feel the fractured bones and move in the congealed mud that's just about to drown me

I'm not done yet
I'm not going out yet
I haven't won my bet
That every dream I've ever set is mine and mine only to get