Wreckquim

I've got a symphony of ringing wits to witness
A melancholy, a requiem
Entrapping a surge of deafening dismalness
A territory reigned by mayhem

What is this place?
Where did I come from?
How far do I see
Through the edifice into the biome?

Who's calling?
Who's out there?
The horde of panicking familiar faces
I hear screams of help everywhere

I now look down for no reason
To uncover my worst nightmare
A trench so endless but a literal prison
If I fall I know they wouldn't care

I'm scared of these abstract phobias
I don't know why I see it all at all
I have been having just fine days I guess
My psyche has an overworked sentinel

This is a landslide of my introspection
A wreck I wrecked slowly for years
Now it's hard to face the contemplation
A story built of my foes and peers

The far ends of this unnatural disaster
There's a sun and a son
Competing to see who goes down faster
My feet are now starting to burn

I might slip I might go down
But do I really have the privilege to frown?
I imbecilitated the god gifted architecture
But honestly, I would rather drown

They're calling, they're saying my name
I hear them through the waves of flame
I can hear them loud but I can't blame
The helplessness brings me undead shame

Adrenaline spiking asymptotically
But I succumb to it instead
This is a wit scarring sleep paralysis
But I keep falling and falling instead