Left for dead
As the battle rages
Through the ages
The torment savors
Synaptic flares
Of random impulse
In your head
Fight to live
Another day
Lick your wounds
Sulk away
Lament and wail
A tragic tale
Nothing heroic
Just dead or stoic
Futile resistance
Or determined persistence
Sheep to the slaughter
Or fuel for the fodder
That stokes the fire