Wasting my time,
on the borderline, empty,
I reach for the next second.
But each one I grasp,
traps me again,
time melts into my skin.
My cells are crawling away,
my stomach turns on itself.
my blood is pushing at my veins.
I try peeling off this human suit,
and crawl out this hallow cell,
searching for a more comfortable second.
I grind my teeth,
I fidget my hands,
I pace around.
The present remains unbearable.