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the sophism of self preservation.
I feel like a soldier laid up
in a medic station because I swallowed nails
to get out of service.
I cant get out of bed
without tearing stitches
or shitting blood
and I did this to myself.
I cannot bear the thought
of shedding my hallowed blood
with those who would call me friend
or comrade
so ill do it alone with 4-point restraints
and a bottle on my cock to piss in.
my days spent in a hospital bed.
where pity is currency for the moral convalescent
the kind who waits for the worst to learn his lesson
he knows theres comfort in sorrow
solace in misery
strength in cowardice
and a certain pride that goes
with the bottom
with the bottle
with giving up the fight
turning off the light and leaving on your sunglasses.
for the wise,
escape is enough.
by any means.
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