Im fucking soaked in vomit.
I look upon the mountain of waste.
But there's no way to climb it.
Walking across a board of rusted nails.
The heat boils my skin.
All I can see are the remains of beings.
Sinking in the dirt.
Searching for a crutch.
To support myself.
Scavenging for a noose.
To rest around my neck.
Fenced inside the walls of my mind my guilt will swallow me whole.
My eyes stitched shut.