Sitting there was all he could do
Moving was too hard now
Apathy... that's it. (Nothing else mattered)
He was beyond depression, rage, pain. (Was there more?)
Apathy.
When he did blink, in those second he could see (the world whited out, so peaceful)
Red, dried and caking (blood, his own, everywhere)
In the moments he could feel (So few, so rare)
Pain,
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