My heart seems to beat despite the arrows piercing it’s middle

Am I really still alive?

Or is this just a trick, the last seven minutes of life?

Why do you heal me when death is so easy?

I’ve lost all my feeling

Like a numb creature to be added

To a museum of rabid beings

I bite the hand that feeds me, so maybe it’ll let me starve

Why aren’t I flesh and bones yet?

I’m already disarmed

The blue skies and green fields were all a trick

There really is nothing here

The whole world is rotten, sick

So why are you keeping me here?

Why am I still in this foggy haze, when all I want to do is slip away?

Frozen, too far gone to recover

Rabid, broken, too far under

Throw me away, don’t bother to recycle

All parts replaced break, a repeating cycle

There’s nothing original left under my ceiling

Just the bones that once held me, when I felt like I was once a being

Why do you keep my lungs heaving?

When all I want to do is rest

Fight, there is no fight left

Unless it’s for my death