Evolved

Sometimes this coursing blood
runs redder than a sea
of battles fought and sadly lost
amidst endless debauchery.

Sometimes these veins constrict
to thin this wild life
of incessant pain and desolation,
of misery and strife.

Sometimes these bones they weaken
beneath so rough a skin
that pales with every sunrise,
that hardens from within.

Sometimes this heart it shatters,
breaks, crumbles in this chest;

adverse to palpitations,
begs, pleads, for simple rest.

Sometimes these barren eyes
mirror sand and ardent flame;
they glass with deprivation,
and will never be the same.