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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