Will Is the War - Dead In The Dirt

The mind is a jaw

Teeth gnashed to the gum

The body is a failure

Lungs collapse when overrun

The will is the war

Scabs turn to scar

The skin makes you sick

Feathered and tarred

Words are the cancer

Once arranged they are null

Your fists may pound flesh

But all strikes are dull

The only truth

The instant of death

We the living in instants

Suffer eternally clawing for scraps of existence

In search of the eternal breath…