All your might
Is in vain
No matter the effort
The result the same
You're grasping at threads
Unraveling
Shattering
Life undone
Coming apart at the seams
The majestic tapestry
Haphazardly rent and torn
Fraying away
Into oblivion
Plague
Famine
Poverty
Death
The horsemen ride
Upon you tonight
No mercy no pity
You're just a number
Just a statistic
Throw a pill
Down his throat
Maybe it will let him function
Maybe not
Who really needs to heal?
Stick a band-aid on
A dying soul
And pretend that it might work.
Crush the spirit
But keep the body,
We may need the resources.
It's all undone
It's all undone
Life, my bitter pill
Stick it under my tongue.
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