"Defeated.
Head held high yet deep inside
depleted.
Energy lost followed by mind
I see it.
The slow decline heart slows and I've
retreated.
This life has come to a standstill standoff
between thoughts and lies and truths and I
get heated.
Hope becomes an open sore
just heal it.
Talk at me til’ I get bored and start
Stealing
Your thoughts and lies and truths
make them mine until I
believe it.
Feed me, fuel me, fix me, just until I can
Defeat it."
                                  -k b~