glowing with hate and shivering fear,
his demise is hopeless and ever so near.
his vices are shadows, void of demeanor -
joys all abandoned, his avoidance grown keener.

the melody dances upon his clenched fists,
as he worthlessly tries, his attempts newly missed.
give up, just fucking give up, he hears in his mind.
he's running out of energy to even be kind.

and so words fling like fireballs, flaming with hate,
not toward their targets but aimed at his weight.
the pounds drag him down from his chance to flee,
and so, trapped, now he'll never be free.