Again the time has come

A room empty, soul and spirit gone.

Putting on pounds!

Bleeding in advance!

The doubt is nearly unbearable.

Other spirits gush up blood,

as if from the great beneath.

Cold, yet hot, ... like the germs are getting it on,

without protection.

Counting the seconds until I get back on the grounds.

Oh God, give me a chance.

Fear of failure, someone tell me I'm able.

Laying face down in the mud,

the stress tightens it's suffocating grip.

It's unreal, just breath!

Pain and anguish created by your own insecurity: ISN'T REAL!

Live your life without pain in your shoulders!