My head throbs hard with every heart beat,

Pumping with pressure as I fear defeat.

The pain starts to numb as the moments progress,

My mind rests in silence though severely distressed.

The warzone around forces its cry for battle,

As my weakening body prepares its death rattle.

My arms grow heavy as my legs both tire,

I struggle to stand steady as I slowly expire.

Everyday I'm here, every day's the same,

Everyday it feels like I'm playing a game.

An unfair fight where swords bare no power,

Where an extra life is sour and a moment's an hour.

Another barrage prepares to attack,

Bringing in their gear and cutting no slack.

Choking on my aspirin as my teeth begin to grind,

I clear my throat and say, "next customer in line."