A price tag on my head

A scratch on the surface
Nothing beneath,
Price plummeting lower
Unravelling the wreath.

A dent on my side
Breaking the flow,
Audiences inhale
The price takes a blow.

A cut digging deep
Slashing my form,
Moved away from sight
And into the climaxing storm.

A broken shell
Forgotten and lost,
Hands breaking me further
Until finally I am tossed.

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