Time seems to have elongated itself,
As if the world is a field of wildflowers
And I am the only breeze
That carries on.
With each breath of sulfur,
I become even more incapacitated
And sink into the cold, hallow ground
In an attempt to break the fall.
I can see everything outside
This ridiculous microcosm;
I feel my soul creep out of my chest
With complete disgust.
So I break down,
And fall to my weak, bleeding knees
As time moves madly on-
And I stand still.
