Off in the distance,
I hear a sound.
Where is the witness?
I need to be found!
If only they would,
Get me off this floor.
Contintue I could,
And answer the roar.
The noise becomes words.
The shapes sharpen more.
My head's full of swords.
I feel rather poor.
"Six, seven, eight, nine..."
'Stand! Get to your seat!'
"Ten, victory is thine!"
"Winning is so sweet!"
The match is all done,
The pain never ends.
What once sounded fun,
Killed all my friends.
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