Burnt Out

The frost kicks in, and kills the heat.
Every ability starts to feel dysfunctional.
Even the ability to breathe.

Everything real starts to feel like a lie, and I wonder if it's me included.

Every feeling starts to feel like nothing.

And nothing is alive anymore.
I say sometimes that I wish I could stop existing.
Stop sleeping.
Stop.

Battling the same situation, the same questions in unending circles
takes the power out of you.

And like a light, I have burnt out.

Eject

You want to take out,
Everything you just consumed.

You regret it all,
And now it's just growing inside of you.
Waiting to be ejected.