And Send Fire

I struggle to abide
Time gnaws at my neck
Shudders down my crooked spine

Traces circles with her acid tongue
You are the weight I carry in my lungs
Drawing in air
Coughing up crimson dust

There is dirt under my nails and blood in my teeth
Every day when I wake is a fight from the grave
Buried alive by ghosts each night
Beaten awake by the sunlight

I am glad there is no eternity
I sleep in the hope that shadows will find me
All I want is quiet
A place to wait it out
Until the demise of the earth in volcanic ash
Or blankets of ice

Burn it all down