The Creature of Persist

It is the ground that veils me
It is in the dirt to hide
A crawling with daunting skill
To escalate and subside

An eerie weary scratching
To both walls and ground
Too timeless to retire
And to hear the sound

In a life of endurance
Death is not a destination
We live in expected lost
Our life a frantic duration

It's a creature of persist
Stubborn to hard bone
It is the ground that veils us
That leaves us all alone

And though we are but fighters
We are not more than time
Every gain is another loss
And every life a crime.