Mind blank
Too numb to think
Too gone to worry
Just to not itself
The only thing it can hear is the heart
Usually shouted,
Yelled over by thoughts
Outsiders
Lying on the floor
With the dust, bugs, critters
The body lies without care
It's used to being in the dirt
With no control
The heart thumps against the ground
Trying to do its job
Trying to push around blood the brain doesn't want
Trying to make the brain proud
The heart hates being in the body
Hates being in the dirt
It wants to escape
Scratching tearing ripping at the skin
Repeatedly with each beat
Pushing through a layer at a time
Willing to be free
The brain does nothing
Wanting to end
Wanting the heart to win
Wanting to be free
Needing to have nothing in it's head
To be at peace
The body is used to the bugs and critters
Made friends even
He wants to be released of his duty
Duties of the carrier
The weight of having organs, pain, defeat
The body wants to be taken by the dirt
All three want something
Can they get it ?
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