How I’ve grown
Mountainous and jagged
Through these fiendish years
Spiraling, in upward decay

Thick
With the welts
Of each day’s
Hungry lash

Blood-bathed
And quenched
Eternally, lusting for more

Minced
To a feeble stagger
I arise from the tatters
Of my former skin

I ascend in bruises
Unfazed and loyal
To the fervent tussle
The crusade
For solace within