Slower Than Sand

An increasing sense of being made stationary

The familiar anxiety of i am stuck af

My mobility inhibited by the force to impair me

Violent bewilderment off my guard outta touch

And with each minute passing

I lose my sense of what makes sense

I must be losing touch, unlasting

Like I'm being made to exist in a past tense

Some things are worth dying for

If I'd have been capable enough to hold on

A dessication of my denial in store

Every note off its pitch, in controlled wrong

Something else is directing this narrative

And its made sure I'm hanging off a cliff

I'm overrun by uncertainty, reaction imperative

All i can do is sit still without will for lived

As if I've stared at a gorgon on directly eye level

I can't ever figure out, 

but laziness here is all too clear and obviously some devil

Ossificating but panic creating me statuesque

Not out of bone but solid limestone overtaken

Can't flee nor fight back, im frozen for distress

The sudden blindness of spotlit eyes vacant

In that pathway of such obscene luminosity

Not unlike specimen of vehicular cervidslaughter

I'm stricken fucking dumb, reaction lost on me

1 at a time momentum of mine swallowed in stillwater.. .

Motionless in sepia, separate my contrasts

The greyscape is upon my eyes, approaching fast

My world is drained of its color whilst I may as well be syndromied locked in

the tones of silence held reserved, conversations can't be talked in....

 it's is without a fuckin doubt, hands dickily down, the epitome of my own exhibition

A problem/solution cycle created of my own admission

Where i make my own choice and choose to forget how to make a decision

Gouge my mind's eye, blind foresight, astigmatize innervision...

I fucking hate you so much 😒