Throats burning, hearts clenched;
these pains, migraines, swell,
escape in small gasps, words,
spoken, broken, written in haze.

A victory: small, tall;
Warm, cold, bright, bold.
Blood runs thick, chills,
scattered thoughts race free.

Littered eyes, tries, soft cries,
do they decieve, believe?
Do they call out, shout, bribe,
or do they stop, drop, and die?