Ripped from the Cocoon of False Security, I'm drowning in Futility as My Dreams swiftly Fade into The Void

The ocean’s flipped, it’s plummeting from the sky;

The Earth keeps turning, but it’s burning all while I

Smile at knives an’ medicine but fight it knowing that’s not me. Shut up! That’s not me!

This ain’t the way kid, that’s not how you get free.

Yet I suffocate nonetheless as my brain becomes scrambled eggs,

Searching desperately for any ideas — whatever dregs

I can grasp as my fingers fall through the silky, loose threads

While I quickly descend into the abyss a dozen parsecs from bliss.

 

No matter the effort, my sleepless attempts are in fucking vain

But nothing’ll become better by causing or ending pain.

AAAARRRRGH!!!!! IT SEEMS SO FUCKING FUTILE!!!

I feel on the brink but dunno when I’ll crack and finally fall insane.

I’m exhausted beyond belief and running low on hope

But despite my searing grief, I must find a way to cope.

I may not find relief soon yet mustn’t lose my head;

It ain’t helping no-one if mah weak arse ends-up dead.

 

Ah jus’ wanna sleep it off, le’me forget about it, leave it for the future,

But procrastination’s a muscular bitch, so it’s better to give a shot;

Ah’ve had it too easy up to now and life’s finally tossed me outta the cot.

Even though mah prospects seem now grim Ah must continue the struggle —

I only hope in end Ah’ll be able to push through all the rubble.