God I Hope The Data Is Lying

Here in this house of endless bloodshed

There is no air.

We never sleep.

They smell our skin a mile away.

Shaken,

I am the ashes in the ossuary.

Careworn and lame,

This threadbare brain

Sends only signals of decay.

If I can fall to sleep,

Don't dare disturb my rest.

Because it's been so long since it was safe -

So I wait here, feeding on fear,

With knuckles white and dripping red.

Shaken,

I face defeat at my own hand today.

Before the end comes from outside,

I draw it from within.

The fog of war