Counting Numbers to the Sky

Only God Knows

I'm in a throes of a latent illusion
That crawled into a cavity of myself.
I've surrendered before but not this time
I'm here standing, wreaking in the affinity of pain,
Counting dead soldiers,
Counting the a******s who breath fresh air,
Counting the suffering of innocence,
Counting the miles and miles,
Of numbers toward the sky!