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Fatigue in the marrow, defeat in the bone

Slow breath over sorrow, deafness in the drone

My heart limps through every laboured beat

Fire pissed to ashes, ashes of the weak

Bleeding and flailing

Thickening iron returning from whence it came

Bitter, organs twisting

Tongues macerated in the mouth of blame

I am afraid I am losing the ability to care

We are all going to die

Hopes run, pathetic and throbbing, from scab-picked scars to rusting steel

Hand over limp hand, we press and in blissed silence, doom shall prevail

No metaphors left

Just bland resignation

For a world rotting from the head down

For a humanity that has crushed my will and killed itself

I am afraid I am losing the ability to care

We are all going to die

And nothing matters no longer feels like a lie