I squander my days tunneling
Through the thick of eras gone
Driven back
From the thinning morrow

The crushing refuge
Of forgotten days
Coils my innards
With an overture of bliss

This treachery prevails
Tightening is savage hold
Upon my quivering girth
Set aflame with panic and angst

I exude memories
From my aimless stride
Permeating into the days
I’ve set out to conquer

They deceive my vision
Obscuring the looming path
And I’m destined to loop
Mute, forgotten, and unconscious