Every Eighty Seconds

I did not leave home to come back again this way. But leaving I left what I have left in trust to all to they. My mental anguish is your tragedy. Pruned was my tree and my shame all know. I push against the wall. I push against what once was my will. My obituary. If even it is by they whom never reported it. Is reported to the C.D.C. Yes, I do mind that I am damaged beyond repair. My body betrays me more and more. As my mind begins to melt from the thoughts of all others. In ten more seconds I will for my want become one of the elite eighty seconds.