A subsumation
In my veins,
An indescribable sensation
Driving me insane.
What would you do,
If you knew you didn’t matter?
What would you do,
If you saw bloodshed splatter?
Would you get a rag,
And help to clean the mess?
Would you get a pen,
And record, to then obsess?
Would you learn from their pain?
Would live to sing again?
Would it even matter
With subsumation in your veins?