An Argument

My brain fights my heart

I beg for it to stop.

As it clogs my veins,

I begin to rot.


I embrace the bait

and I just want to shout

“Fuck you fate!”


My eyes hush the tears,

and I plead for it to end –

as I count my fears

I ache from every limb


I expect to fall

so I can try to escape

while I hope to just crawl.



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