Waiting

 I am the Jigsaw Man
held together by pills
of my missing chemistry

Full of holes
leaking weakness
stumbling into the next day

Eyes watering, ears ringing,
my mouth is dry and nose bleeding
the smell of the end ever near

I still take on all challengers
on shaky legs
with clenched fists

My aura is a bruised purple
seeping from my pores
pools under foot

my exhausted body urged on
by the hungry chainsaw
that is my mind

All nerves on edge
burning and stinging
random pulses of pain

The entirety of my being
wired for conflict

inside this white box

I occupy alone.