This wound is too deep for your anesthetics
The pain too sharp for your numbing antidotes
They only paralyze my exterior so i can not escape.
They render me motionless to soak in hurt, deeper.
I am a pathetic mass, writhing, wincing,
immobile, defeated, half dead.
The drugs don't work.
You leave me only one way out.
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