inasmuch we have a choice not to
to awoken to a hammer everyday stuck to your neck,
given to choose between life and death
and you go about choosing to breath with the misery and sorrow it brings
less joy sometimes
when death brings zilch but rest
the sole time a man gets to never open eyes, the trauma behind
is having a burden you can't hide
open clearly to every man's eyes
when food goes down the throat like hot charcoal forcing its way to necessary tubes, as implied
to...