Cut back cut away

I feel cut in
A  million pieces
I r real
These gouges  split
Red weals abound
How  I am dead
How  I resound
Hollow, unfulfilled
Spirit fled
To  weeded territory
To  the green
While here all is
Black insane
Red grinning
No  peace
No  peace can live
In such arridity
Such orange  heat
I want to breathe green
Air please
Let me  be released.
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