Without A Tactic


I feel the skeletons raging war in my chest.
I've tried to blockade what makes me a wreck,
but there's a fire throbbing within my eyes.
I'm seeing red, losing my mind.
I try to drown them or take flight,
but no fucking drug will help me fight.
I'm seeing double - trouble, vision's blurred.
Their bones have me cursed.
I am weapon-less with no words,
lips sealed from the hurt.

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