Squirming Boredom
Blood loss day by day
The soul slipping through the seams
A flaw in my heart
Was I made to stand?
If so then why do I faint
Absent sustenance
Despite being full
Having food, water, and rest
I am incomplete
And as power grows
And the illusion crumbles
This will be the same
Walking while crippled
Breathing with holes in my lungs
Seeing in darkness
It is not worth it
Frankly it has never been
Just a placeholder
I squirm as days pass
And the fabric squirms with me
Demanding respite
But I shall not bend
Respite fades to homecoming
May my lens hold strong
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