Death of a Drone

Pain flaring behind the eyes
The mind screaming silent cries
A plume of rage engulfing the brain
Fear of release a terrifying drain
A bunged cask of sparkling hate
Must be relieved before it’s too late
Tension building beneath the temple
Nervous energy set body a-tremble.
The will to stay silent doesn’t live here
A nick in the soul foretells a tear.
With gushing bile and lost of self
Humanity languishing high on a self.
Flaring pain behind the eyes,
A moment’s flash and the spirit dies.

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