My eyes are tired and my mind is restless.
My fingers are numb, but my bones still function.
My eyes burn, and yet their lids remain open.
This heartbeat is heard, but then this soul has gone.
Hopefully, it'll pay off in the end.
A thousand doubtful voices fail against my preserved mind.
Doctors may confirm my broken arms, still, that won't stop my hands.
Peers may bring awareness to me working off my flesh, even so, that can not and will not stop me from sweating blood.
Inflamed joints are solely permitted to be a minor inconvenience that'll never prevent me from walking - I will even run.
When the skin peels off of my flesh, silk fabrics will protect me in my indisputable outings.
Dear reader, this must not make any sense to you.
Perhaps you should take another look at the title.
