I lose fast.

They ended me hard and fast.

Reduced to jello before the end of the first period

No time to wallow in joy

No time to taste the wine and the currents of a good day

Before the the clock struck 12

it was over

Next step

Clamoring for a solution

Fearing total defeat

Breathing heavy

They come at me head on

I aim straight for the skull

A game of chess with destiny

Complicated thoughts

dominate my space

I put the foot down on the gas

harder

and keep straight

straighter than ever

Death has my back

I hope you are lucky..