Horn Blaring
Counter exhaustion
With the hope of being saved
Avoiding boredom
I make it sound trite
But people don't understand
This is serious
I need engagement
And I need to disengage
I need both in spades
My mind tears at me
Rending in the darkest nights
An internal scream
I could last through it
With just a sense of purpose
But here I have none
I need this to change
I need to feel "home" once more
Or this'll crumble
Then the Globe's Tombstone
Will find its way to the top
A Winter's Rapture
And angels will sigh
At how this game has ended
Without final rites
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