The Rat King

Drowning again in this port of pain
more vermin to chain to the tail of the rat-king
unless miracles can wash away the stench of mistake
illusion is another fucking word for delusions these days.

Fear and self loathing like you wouldn't believe.
God, I've spent all my days just muttering and worrying.
The nights I don't die I'm just regretting everything
the arc of the beam is so enticing
and broad-shaped.

Distancing myself from people who don't feel the same way.