The gutters gut...

It's jus a bit to personal not to level it out.
 Six feet down couldn't mute its vibratin sound.
 Sautéed with more than enough kick for tone.
 Runnin around tryin to find a lil thing called home.
 Vacated jus as naturally as emotions singe from the fires heat.
 Gone solo from the spark unseen for quite some miles in defeat.
 The feet hit the pavement in stride callin it done.
 Better of elsewhere is where worth was flung.
 The change curved jus right roundin the sharpness of the bend.
 Carvin the canvas like tattooed skin where the ink attends.

 One time set free on the edge with the updraft to balance the teeter.
 Right to left might go back there was the unwantin of either.
 The forward plunges thrill gave life to the flightless fear.
 Straight to the bottom of the gutters gut was the veer.
 To the basics crawl to stand hollow with reality for once.
 Correctin the stance developed by the hearts crunch.
 Depth is to far beneath to swim in the shallow.
 As the surface tightened expressions in the shadows.
 Touchin base where eyes never witnessed the sting.
 Sweat poured to cover the tears to regain the dingaling.
 Somehow appearin to be tucked n hidden as if less of a man.
 Yet, truth be told, work had it's hands full fuckin with precisions land.
 Bouncin erect as strength carried the weight of retaliation.
 From the bowels of the recreations traction gripped lifes frustration.
 Belongin to more than what retreat had to offer.
 Divin into depressions loss, tender ever so softer.
 Will pulled the claims right to own the challenge.
 Laughin at the mirrors struggle for there was talent.
 Within the night unbound by restraints breakin chains.
 The calm opened the palms to play in the rain.
 Ftw was the only friend walkin with every step.
 Tallyin up marks on the walls within diggin in for what was left.
 Fightin the surge to turn for the worst goin unheard.
 As the lesson learned was worth more than the blur.
 That moment in time that stood so unreachable n still.
 Chasin the only thing memories remember as the norms thrill.
 Losin it all gained the appreciation associated with the agitation sittin on the nerve.
 The merge staggered to the stage with the smiles curve.
 Here for it all n unwillin to stand down til purpose received its take.
 Revealin the character that chose never to bow again nor fade.
 Extractin air from the selfish bubbles on the way up.
 Survival arrived with assurance in aid of bein flushed.
 No one is to stop a task relevant to rise with the tide.
 Down the waves slope surfin to the shores envisioned in the mind.
The return gave terms unlivable standards with a different sunset.
Bumpin the head on the curbs break in the alleys entrance was the test.
Residin under the pressure fascinated with the thickness of the armors shield.
Pride sat at the bottoms taunt reunitin focus with passions feel.
Lookin up with a whiplash that resisted the whispers stay.
Rattled n derailed to settle simultaneously with the a head strong escape.