apathy

Location

a release

a shot of blood right to the end

spilling out

from something dead

so much thought from that cold corpse

it overflows

on to a different source

find food

find breath

if only to survive

in order to fill with oxygen

please take this life

from everything that’s going on

this feeling too

shall soon be gone…

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