Besieged by Tumult

 
Dead tired of life, dead tired of deadly suffering

It’s chipping away at my will to live, it’s breaking me down with emotional entropy

And yet we have to strive and yet we have to live, the pointlessness is the point

Endless turmoil whirling around me, freezing my mind from creation

Constant exhaustion, brings irrational decisions and furthers the storm of shit

Still, regardless of pain, regardless of suffering, I will continue to wade, I will continue to try

My plight is in effort, through the illness and destitution, never ceasing to clamber through time

A self-imposed smile, brings love with the grit and the love is the lie that will carry us through

Carry us through the tumult

True grit