Today I feel a lot
Less like a person
And more like a number
On a page
A statistic typed up and thrown away
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Everything I did
Everything I've done
I can't see straight
And you avert your eyes
I'll feel different
By sunrise
As the day approaches evening
Your eyes are still fleeting
Coursing through the rivers in my wrists
Peeling paint but the walls just persist
To encroach around my neck
Endure the next moments
When I should be breathing
Could be seeing
I'm still seeking
Answers in these ruins I helped create
Monuments that I forsake
Now this dust is caked between my ribs
Taut flesh sleeps beneath my skin
But I've been sleeping too
Wading through these bodies
When I should be swimming
Could be living
But I've been giving in to giving up
To folding in
As my hands safely approach no one
But I will look onward
Keep my eyes locked straight ahead
Bathe in the irises
I'd previously fled
Because I have tasted life
While my father chews on death
Can't I learn to enjoy what he must start to ingest?