How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils?
Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils.
How do I breathe when fire steals the air?
When the driven are reduced to despair.
How do I feel, when all is gone, slumped alone?
The final straw, reducing to rubble, the backbone.
How do I cry, there’s no more tears to weep?
It seems the reward no longer meets the upkeep.
How do I pull sanity from the world so real?
A heart bursts, and no longer can conceal.