At the edge

We witness the world and inner realities
wither and fade away
little by little
day by day
becoming more and more grey..
Decided many times
to not let the drear
tear and eat away at the soul
leaving nothing but fear
and frustration
which morphs into numbness
but it always returns
to me with a vengeance
I'm left careless
still in that state of awareness
but spirit a little more diminished
almost finished I feel..
a little less real
everything seems
more and more
like some long dream
or atrocious nightmare
duration unknown
no explanation shown
no destination disclosed
neverending nonsense sending
this species spiraling into anxiousness,
taunting, obnoxiously haunting
each hesitant, helpless
mess of a being..
less and less interested
in being seen or seeing
what this existence could really be..

Shits so tense
Earth's on edge
so close to tipping over the ledge
of life and death
no turning back
only time to just sit back
and laugh and live
without sinking lower or deeper
into destitution and self destruction.