I struggle to abide Time gnaws at my neck Shudders down my crooked spine Traces circles with her acid tongue You are the weight I carry in my lungs Drawing in air Coughing up crimson dust There is dirt under my nails and blood in my teeth Every day when I wake is a fight from the grave Buried alive by ghosts each night Beaten awake by the sunlight I am glad there is no eternity I sleep in the hope that shadows will find me All I want is quiet A place to wait it out Until the demise of the earth in volcanic ash Or blankets of ice Burn it all down