Live like you know what death is.
He lives like he has experienced death before, like there’s no more surprises for him in store. He’s acidic to the base, and solid to the core, whatever he asks, he is given more. He litters language and goes to war, beat back the waters of delirium’s shore. He steps to the cadence of an endless score, one step, two step, three step, four. His tongue has an edge that leaves your ears sore, his pride’s a shield that’ll never yield anymore. Hear his diction, and fear his roar. A blade to your throat is hard to ignore. He will change the ideals that you live for, as he pushes the boundaries of life’s last door.