To Bang.

[rewiiired]

Slam your head again
against the ancient wall
blood red brick and cold, gray concrete
tattoos of cryptic glyphs

chanting, one must bust
one of us shall burst open wide
with a volcano's rage to burn and bury
or with the blossom of a vibrant flower.

A crack breaks the silence
like a rip through the existential fabric
no pause to see the score
for none of that really matters

so long as you're closer
to busting through
or just a little closer
to breaking out

so you're aching
still, you're making it
so you're breaking
you fucking masochist.