The day I decided

A broken warrior will still fight for survival,  
losing my grip I do the same,    
no cover or comfort found here,    
no warmth inside my stomach.    
    
Should my ground be guarded,    
before our words find ways to hurt,    
stretch my neck to be noticed    
above the weight of our mistakes.    
     
The calm of nights decision brings no flight,   
so here we stay, translucent in our decay.