Chest Pains

Chest Pains
awake through stims and tranks on gloss
wheels rattle with music digging your grave
a pulse from your hand resonates with roots
standing stagnate but still running, stalking
surrounded by vain, talk, and gluttony
success met with faux grimace and program
Run! screams the roots but silent all remain
Chest pains.
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