to the surface

to the surface, I rise like veracros veins. up from this odacious approach of an enemies pain. obstacle triumph as crooked as a question mark lays. futile attempt to push me over the edge. I fell so far, then woke up on the ledge. got cornered by my own self-pity and transformed my heart into a sledge. so beat after beat. I beat at this mess. to the surface with this kept in rage. my approach to erase each and every page. cynical in nature from being cut by your blade. play with my head, your sick and twisted head games. to the surface with all of this, to the slaughter house with your poised proverbial lamb. surfacing into the realty it.