bleeding to death
in the back of the ambulance
angel wings flutter past my face though i can't move
the voices are boiling down and blending
something about blood and brain
something about phone calls and strain
the city did it in the city did it again
noting new to promise and nothing to show
the city is dirt the city is crime
the time is shortened daily but no escape
the ground is cold and holding tight to it
floating and falling, still and warm
just a shell
i am screaming out and waiting for
the chance to scratch my way out of my skin
my teeth are bloody from chewing through my cell
my fingers are worn thin
digging downwards trying to escape
tiny voices
murky and hurried
intentions and interpretation
the universal speed limit
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