Disquietude

Echoes overtake it's mind,

Obsessive and capitalistic.

It's attempts to break away

Meet failure and depression.

Standing at the gates

Of both heaven and hell,

It attempts to stay optimistic,

But it knows its fate.

As death sits in it's flames,

He watches it suffer,

Letting it's silent cries deafen itself.

Crawling through vents,

It sees it's mind, finally,

But it's impossible to decipher.

Reaching into every genre,

It melts into an amalgamation.

It isolates and destroys its sanity,

Pressing a pillow vigorously to its own mouth.

It cycles, passing out and waking up.

It's mouth becomes moist,

Unclean and uncared for.

It starts to scream for help,

But doesn't stop suffocating itself.

Only itself can hear their muffled screams.