An attempt at freeverse. I think it's utter crap, but I'm my own worst critic. I'm in one of my depressed
moods today. The ones where I think no one likes me, And this is the result.

I stare down the abyss
I claw my way to light
I scream to be heard
I cling to my tattered soul

I hold my mind with scarred hands
I force my heart to beat
I take step after step
I spit in his grim face

I seek my saving grace
I mock a sneering Fate
I dance on that wicked edge
I do it to piss You off

Love it, hate it, review it.

-- A.H., who needs a bitchslap.