a fevered frenzy,

burnt and bleeding , torn and gagged

a worn out wounded mess

of once a dreamer now a drone

of pillaged emptiness

be still my heart, bit at a time

take piece of wasted soul

and wonder if at last am i

for whom the bell does toll.

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