The Shack

Dark mist breaks through the seams tainting our bodies when we sleep; polluting our lungs when we breathe.  
So breathe in, watch through grimy windows and the cracks in this relentless shack, as our past falls to pieces; it won't last.  
Embracing for the shack's collapse I can never seem to relax;  
I'm too worried about the impact.
Watching as the sunlight seductively kisses the surface of the room. Staying awake all night until falling asleep at noon.  
The dust and debris from the rubble fills my hands like the surface of the moon.
Constantly, I'll overthink, washing away the blood and muck from the kitchen sink,
I'll wash away the stains on my face and subtly take a drink.  
This nuisance in my chest like an abscess, my heart will slowly digress until there's nothing left.  
An empty space left that in all my days I could never begin to replace or remake.    
I leave behind the shambles of the shack, but I cannot stop looking back.  
Little memories start merging together in my head into flashbacks.
These roads keeping winding, the violent presence of sunlight is blinding, and the ground under my feet is slowly binding.  
Locking itself around my ankles like shackles with the scolding chains that the shack holds.  
Finding myself a new destination for the need of new sensations regardless of the duration.  
Feelings I can't comprehend and have never felt and I can't dispel that can't be helped,
I know now that I'll always be searching for something else.