sharp needle in your vein
here you are
dull desensitized
devoid of pain
alone in the
sterile environment
of the looming
salvation
who can hear you in here
who can answer your pleas
who can save you
from doom of the heavens
anemic dreams
lucid colors of the nightmares
don't argue
don't bargain
just listen to silence
of novocaine
in the bloodstream
frozen scream
in veins
of the innocents
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