Daily As It Shows It’s Teeth

It all adds up…
Twisting as i thrash against wave upon wave,

Pulled into the undertow and drowned in eternal blackness.

I awake to the terrorism of reality,
Pulling the sheets over my head.
This isn’t a bed;
It’s a metal drawer in a morgue.
Where my screaming mind is dehydrating from the absence of everything that was before.
I want to be a ghost
Of everything I was
And all that I will become.
I feel a constant subtraction
That all adds up.

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