My own incarceration.
Wake up to discover the damage delivered, Crushed shards to powder, lined up with my credit card. Mad, insane, trapped in my mind. Fighting these battles of death, Struggling to maintain control From opioids I've taken for years to chasing a ghost of lethal injection. A game of survival, trying to escape the chains of my own incarceration.
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