You have defeated me —

Utterly, completely.

My corpse lies mangled on the battlefield,

Blood pooling in my plastic trench coat,

Boiling in the presence of the imposing sun.

You took a sledgehammer to my brittle bones,

The savage cracking causing you utmost delight.

I'm just another victim,

Another face in a sea of masks.

I piece myself together so that once again I can see your face,

My broken hand grasping for the air where you once stood.

My heart is a participation trophy,

And my brain is a baby's rattle.

A thousand years have passed,

And tears still stream down my face.