Giving into life’s battles, and laying down the soul.
Infection turning,
these cells to black.
Red disguises,
the horrific attack.
Tracks, footprints,
left behind.
Indented in the system,
the mind.
Not equipped for war,
it’s an easy win.
No armor at all,
blood is to thin.
Weak, struggling,
laying down my soul.
No existence at all,
an empty hole.
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