Quemis

Anxiety.

An invisible trial,
an ethereal court,
the judge looks just like me.

My hearing ever endless,
it falls on deaf ears,
weeks pass without decree.

Formless little bugs,
they force me to sleep,
or else I face the rot.

Beg silent screams,
fell the beast! Please!
Can\'t solve this Gordian Knot.

Can\'t seem to breathe, so fucking overwrought.
Hope you choke, you god damn fool, this poisoned food for thought.
Crushed by your fragility, you dimwit juggernaut.
I won\'t survive another day, pray for end in this onslaught.