Steel to Steel
Steel to Steel
It rests in the back of my brain. All day long creeping forward and taking over. Consuming all other thoughts like a malignant tumor. It thrives on my frustrations and fears. My anger propels it, and so does my weakness, as I race home music and adrenaline feed it and are as tissue to the furnace. I walk straight in and down to the basement. The music continues and my concentration centers. I clamp down hard on the grips and an explosion fills my body. The crosshatch pattern forms in my hands and presses against my chest with each push. Steel to steel, as if a strange form of osmosis. I am out for pain and nothing less. The only productive kind. The kind that I strive for and love. A pain like none other. This is not for vanity. This is something much greater than beauty. For something much more important I strive, Fear and Respect.
pic today
It rests in the back of my brain. All day long creeping forward and taking over. Consuming all other thoughts like a malignant tumor. It thrives on my frustrations and fears. My anger propels it, and so does my weakness, as I race home music and adrenaline feed it and are as tissue to the furnace. I walk straight in and down to the basement. The music continues and my concentration centers. I clamp down hard on the grips and an explosion fills my body. The crosshatch pattern forms in my hands and presses against my chest with each push. Steel to steel, as if a strange form of osmosis. I am out for pain and nothing less. The only productive kind. The kind that I strive for and love. A pain like none other. This is not for vanity. This is something much greater than beauty. For something much more important I strive, Fear and Respect.
pic today
