Sick and tired of the daily drudge Swallowed within the mires of cynicism, Chaos has become me A constant urgency, tearing through, Unsettles the nerves Time flashes by unnoticed. Until all stops And time crashes to a halt Weariness catches me as I emerge from the first real slumber Procrastination begins, And the dark clouds come rolling in Claustrophobic, suffocating in this never ending struggle With this endless weight, tied Like an albatross around my neck, It never relents I exist only for the sake of existence Paralysed with apathy, the mind filled with dread. Struggling to raise enough will to move from slumber Eyes still red, heavy with poison This is not living, but waiting for death. This is not breathing, but suffocating under a glut of despots Sentiment is lost in a time that knows only greed.