my eyes ache and my head itches
with a cluttered brain thoughts escape through twitches
im punching the air
but there's nobody there
and my knuckles start staining their stitches
my forehead sweats curse words
to my new-found executioners
they don't care
grinning at despair
preventing their victims to be disinterred
i know i fight an already-lost war
i feel my bow and arrow getting too sore
there is no hope
from my scalp to my toes
but i know that there's gotta be something more
i peer through the crack
but with an unexpected smack
my gut kicks
my stomach flips
now all i see is pitch black
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