Shadow Boxer.

Americana Injustica

I’ve made this elaborate plan,

twisted it around all that I am;

in the clutches of a weakened hand,

in the trenches of a war-torn land;

various feelings I don’t comprehend,

strangely flowing through my system;

creeping insidiously toward a resolution,

shifting deeply toward my brainstem;

I’ve set these goals in my dark mind,

to slice away the ties that bind;

to execute the hostage after all this time,

set fire to all things I’ve guarded with my Life;

watch it burn and crumble in such a losing fight,

cut my nose clean off the face of my own spite;

see the way I falter as Life punches out my lights,

see the misery that is my only true birth right.

 

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