midnight
dead silence
a blob that flutters against the ribcage
faster
stronger
ahead of me
ahead of time
never quitting
just achingly alive
while the rest
begs to differ
dry and parched
yet drowning
too tired to surface
too feeble to begin
a journey
within
into the wilderness
of my existence
incoherently ticking
like a clock that skips time
skip
skip
end