Icebergs

Ground knees to the floor. Back bent till it's broke. This is not an end worth waiting for. Surviving on a percentage from investors in misery. Crumpled under foot, hands to the ground. Brought up to be torn down. Intentional destruction of the greater good. People float but this weight drowns. What's left, who has it? What's left, who never did? Told to be quiet, today is no different than yesterday. Future disappearing, my mind is sinking, colliding towards death. Nothing's different. Refusing to face, future disappearing, the end is one edge. Nothing's different