Now half deaf and unsure
if the silence
or
the roaring voice is real
A thunderous, bottomless noise
in the freezing cold
of a windowless room
The lights gone out
crushed skulls thrown forward
knocked out, dead
oh God, oh God
Ghostly floating silver
obsidian sparkle
lights extinguished by pain
Blind danger, gasping in surprise
for all the fumbling frustrations
all the blood from the mouth, the head
Oh God, oh blind God
not this, or anything else
God, not this
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