growing tired.

i'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth with more weight than my own.
the easiest thing to do would be to let them cut the ropes
but i find myself still trying to negotiate with my teeth clenched,
and pain dragging me down.
i'm an honest lover and a faithful fighter
and winter is coming again.
i can taste blood on my tongue and feel skin starting to slowly peel
off of my lips. i can feel my teeth starting to move around in my gums.
i can feel the weight getting heavier but i'd rather not give up.
as much as i believe im doomed, i'd like to try but i dont know how.

"just let me have one more chance, the chance i actually deserve."