Exhausted. Head pounding heart racing and sense scrabbled in the ironic synchronization.Endless. It hits then rips apart my heart in temptation for tempting the beast to unearth the feast that is my sanity.
It grabs me, yelling to unhand thee from demanding nature of why thine life has become thy rod to throw and curse with lips pursed and the worst is yet to come.
Undone. I tumble and crumble to taste the pebbles of the sand in which I am sinking unthinking the last few steps that landed me here to appear helpless feeling selfless as I am forced to yield to the raptured pastures of defeat.
It feasts upon my weakness, as I scream to keep this depression from taking me
To its harvest.
So I drown deep.