Alive

 At least I am alive, oh right?!

The storm of feelings, endless blight

The sound of discord, my breath

Deflating carcass loosing innocence

Amidst the fervor to belong

Addicted, powerless, not strong

Not beautiful, not whole, not just

A clown, shambling in the past

Contortionist bent out of shape

Out of alignment trying to relate

At least I am alive, so what?!

I walk, I crawl, I cannot stop

I cannot still my anxious heart

Despite the drugs, the blade, the muck

I cannot feel my raptured soul

Just friction of the world afoul

And there I kneel admiring strife

Oh well, at least I am alive...