I can't Breathe

I sit at the edge of the world.
Once regrettably unwilling.
Now painfully conscious.
Feet dangling over the abyss
In an attempt to address the
Irreconcilable.
All around the earth melts
And weeps.
Like flesh slowly dripping off bone.
Sloppily congealed. Over-saturated.
Once tightly bound in white satin,
Now destined to unravel.
In my fragile self-embrace
Our society is mirrored.  
I am but a shadow on a distant
Landscape, barely visible in the
Infinite horizon of space, wondering
Which way to float.
Echoes shout, dulled only
By justly scarred systems.
Haunted by forms of previous and
Future indecencies.
What will be  
The event, that brings
Finality.
A brilliant flash of lights?
Passionate rage, too heavy
To subdue, so instead
It’s dematerialized  
By the oppressor?  
Radioactive winds burn the throat
And boils blood.
Unrelentingly, until a hoarse voice
Chokes out the words
I can’t breathe.