One thing to the next.
An absolute improvisation of controlled chaos.
An unimaginable mix of events waiting to swallow you from your toes up.
Fighting upward catching a gasp of freedom whenever the beast allows you to.
Thrashing for an answer in what can seem like another dimension.
Pulled under hoping to break you.
Crack you.
Suffocate you.
The harder you fight the closer it comes to beat you.
To eat you.
The calm is the greatest weapon against it.
But calm is missing from the vocabulary here.
The one way out does not appeal to you but stares you in the face.
Another option does strike a note though.
A complete shutdown.
Shutoff.
A disconnect.
Cut off.
Cut a limb to get away.
Give you a chance to run.
To speed far from here.
A place where that word exists.
Get there.
Stay there.
There is where to heal.
Re-grow.
Rebirth.
Lay and breathe.
Unbalanced yet relaxed.
Calm as a summer of a young age.
But just as fast as you ran, your back.
Spat back out of the barrel of the gun.
Fast enough to leave a smoke trail.
Exploding back into the scene of chaos.
Immediately you find a final thrust.
Final stab at your gut.
But little did they know that it was in familiar form.
A familiar blow.
The scab and scar has been long there.
Tough enough to thwart the attack.
Physically un-phased this time.
But in the end the beast laughed last.
Laughed at the dropkick at your mind.
Again? You ask.
Yes and always.
Forever and ever babe will you use that scar.
Use it to hide your pain.
Not put off by your clever block, the beast lunges on you like you never left.
That magic word disappears like one last gasp out your lungs.
The theme song of this soundtrack blaring.
Ironically keeping you conscious.
But then you realize the familiar tune has also been tossed.
Tossed and turned in this chaos as if spoken to you in a language long now dead.
Its around this time where you realize your not the only one thrashing about here.
Some of your very own are here, some deeper than you. Each having their own story.
Their own pasts with the beast.
Some known to have kin which lost this epic battle.
Yet none of us learn.
We all will fall to similar fates.
Giving in and letting him win.
Or staying bruised bloody and broken to the very end. Which one?
Choose wisely'¦

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