Run. . Every second is a pure affliction. But I can feel your pain. Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name. No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place.
Dig yourself a shallow grave. Your life is not the legacy of honor you would dig six feet for. Broken is the way you came. And broken is the way that you will leave when everything is paid for.
It's in this wake that I find myself. Losing the will to resume this hell. When every breath is a dying wish. It's harder to follow the point of this.