Moving beyond the darkest of days,   Daily growing never changing my ways.   Something exists preying on my insides.   Sometimes it defeats me no matter how hard I try.      Solid bonds turn aqueous,   I become evasive.   Steady grounds erode,   and I can't find a trace of...   Stability!   Grasping for alternatives,   When it looks as though my options are spent...   Security!   Living day to day 2 months away seems so unreal.   Consistency!      Quiet and cold as the days fly by.   I wince as I wonder how long until I die.   Life seems like the cruelest of jokes,   I get through it   No booze, no smoke, no dope.      I've found peace,   in times of conflict.   I've learned a million times,   To trust my instincts.   Confusion and rage.   I'd never hurt a fly.   Fist encrusted with glass.   Ignore the pain or cry.