on the field

spent washed and completely crumbled with devils in every corner whether they're imagined or no matters little

with the throng louder than bombs and the opportunity slipping out of chances pitches outs

at stake millions of trillions of centuries of futility

and what i know is that no one else can do this can push this mind into the dark and gruesome mess of your making

and tonight on the eve of a day's experience so far beyond any in my few moments of living to be so tossed and shaken and lost just lost lost lost

i did it no one else to point to this scene every scene comes down to this same moment

and eventually fucker you're going to have to toe the rubber and leave it on the field