conquerors

youth-dreams
of hobbled by
addictions
afflictions
scream away from selfsame
death of normality
this-is-our-life
deluded we run our present
we ruin our future
old-screams
without health
no thing
hobbled by
limp
gimp
backbreak neckache
give me pain no peace no life
wait life yes
feel something
some
thing
with this good shit
we can be so special