My heart is sinking faster than my breath Red hot metal scraps tinkling like rain Voices loom outside the tunnel I've been inside so long, Do I want to go out? I could ask for help and shout But my voice chokes with rage I want a carnage Every part of myself torn apart Sticking to the walls like abstract art In a room without a door. Explosions inside my core Fashion themselves into frail groans Dissipating into sullen silences Too misty to grasp too well Once they leak outside Into the circle of light. There's no fight left in me I become the tunnel I am my shell Scrape my remains Into a putrid bowl of poetry. You'll finally find me.
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