Apeirophobia

Annihilation are these constant  
Sensations to my  
Finger tips that drum  
On feeble wood
Alcohol rolling  
Through the cracks and carvings
That captivate me tonight
Riveting me to my bar stool

I shall dig a tunnel
To Mercy and he will
Help me (take pity)
The promises of immortality
Open healed scars
No one can own
All the sunrises
 
We all find it laborious
To breathe
With fervid sunsets
Collapsing with  
The chariot as one
Although we wake again
Drained our minds
And walking facade be
I plan to savior
The moments we have
Outside of hoping
And praying for  
The lies that bind us
 
Armies of desperation
Pleading to be avenged
Stand behind me
Clenching guns in hands
Ready to bring on
The death of forever