A Rare Breed of Catastrophe

Shallow

The soil that cloaks my skin so

Unknown

This heartbeat feels so foreign to me

Rising from the dampened earth

Reeling from the darkened terra-firm

This anxiety it cripples me

Caustic ties to what lies before me

Pursued through the vapor a presence indistinct

A shiver down my spine a ripple through my skin

Echoes carried by the trees attempt to deceive

It takes

Hold of me

I can't escape

I'm trembling

With every wave

I feel the cold

Seep through me

I'm choking on the taste of iron

A fleshy mass of blood and bile

Lugubrious

And then it's gone

I watch my hands unfold to ash

A scorched and searing aftermath

It falls away

Yet they remain

Who I was before

Dwindling

Reaching through the thorns

Lacerated and raw

My spirit starts to fade into this pitch black maw

I fall into lament

A prayer spoken to repent

Visions distort my reality

This rare breed of catastrophe

Shallow

The soil that cloaks my skin

Familiar

Sensation have I been here before

Retreading ground

I see my footprints sinking bellow

This undertow resurfaces

I see myself with realisation and clarity

Nothing I can do to repent this torrid cycle

Once again exhumed from the ground

Looking down at a grave disturbed more than once has this been my home for how Many years

Is this my fate

No chance to negotiate

Trapped in this realm

A sadistic mind, at the helm

Repeated travesties

Deepest fears known only to me

A nightmare conceived

By an unknown deity

Nothing left to lose

I laugh at the skies

Is this just a joke with a sickening punchline