What a pity it is to look up to a sky
of heavenly blue and clean, cotton clouds
While rust and unstable isotopes seep into my skin.
The doses of heavy metals dull my senses
until all feeling ceases
and my nerves forget to converse
along the pathways of my mind.
The welcoming air tastes of blood and dust,
my going vision blocks what light I could see.
only death in my mind.
End it now, this black captivity.
Free my bonds
Or the blade is calling.
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