From a pair of eyes outside myself,
I imagine I’d seem ridiculous.
In poor health ridiculing fate while
I’m too stubborn to take my medicine.
When every battle is both win and lose
Yet somehow I’m still competing.
Broken into submission so often despite
holding onto my dominion.
Conquest without progress
Like rage without any outlets.
Pride without a thing to gain
But I can’t stand to swallow it.
An empire made of nothing
As though anything is worth dying for.
Foolishness, addiction, or fear,
Alive to kill my time some more.