My senses heightened,
Body smoothened,
I stand poised and ready;
I feel the crackle of energy;
-Maybe just a bone snapping-
Nothing really matters
But the progress.
Is there progress?
Progressing owards what?
I suddenly can't remember
What it was.
The once enchanting pull,
Now a faint murmur,
Dies in my ears.
Defeated before the battle,
Lost without a cause,
I could die the worst meaningless death,
Or I could crawl out
And live the worst meaningless life.
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i cAn sEe thE frustrAtion u hAv pEnnEd in hEre... i m suRe... mAny can relAte tO it... :)
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