This is creation
i have lost all hope in gravity
hanging here from the bottom of the world
on a million miles of dental floss
i have simply lost
struggling to fight at any cost
I am a toast
to a sober night
the inducer of plight

i can't write anymore
this is not me
it is the last fiber in my existent being
I no longer exist
I'm at the end of my whits
the beginning of vast nothing