The taste of sleep and bile on my breath,
Nothing sweeter.
Contempt and conviction, heart pumping and thumping,
Blood rushing, pooling, clumping.
I'm dying.
Dying inside, dead in the head,
chest full of rage, feet made of lead.
Fist clenched, numb inside.
Pressing forward in the name of Justice.
I feel it all, I feel nothing at all.
I'm perfectly imperfect, perfectly insane.
Aching, gaping, the roaring hole in my chest.
Every throb.
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