I think I know every detail of the floor.
My eye's refuse to give into my desire to look,
My breath doesn't want to be steady.
I feel my arms shake, my fingers grasp at empty air.
The life around me is being sucked away,
I would give it to you if I could.
The results say I'm wrong. But I know I'm right.
Heaven and hell are going to war but I don't know which is which.
Fire laps the skin of my existence, threatening to destroy my world.
Yet excitement rises in my heart.
Clouds drift by, a long summer day, friends away, emptiness in the world.
Yet, this is simple, this is right.
At the centre of the battlefield I wait, ready to be consumed.
I will it to happen but it never does, nobody ever charges for me.
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