Systemic forward collapse. Implosive pressured response. The fire. And glass. And noise. And blood. And heat. And pain. And pills. And pain. And pills. Flashes of nausea, moments of terror. Buried alive, weighted down. Beaten within an inch, beaten into nothing. Resting wicked. Run away. Running away. Running down. Running out. Watch the shadows chase. Bloodshot and aching, fueled by fumes and fears. Lost in moments of loss. No escape. Breaking down. Burning out. Purging shame. Letting go. It"s just that simple. Watching the blood circle the drain. The silence is getting louder, it deafens. I wait. The rumble of machine-made thunder. I wait. The sky has blackened. The soil cracked. Yet still. Do nothing. Say nothing. Hear nothing. Feel nothing. I have failed the only test that matters.