Blank
They stare at me
Oblivious
To the rage below
Congregating in corners
They plot against me
Sadistically
Blocking out the world
Chained
Voice eludes my tongue
Hoarse from silence
Deafened by its echo
Determined
My will hammers away
Rhythmic
I will not succumb
Heart beats or sledge strokes?
I will break free
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