Do you know those days
When you wake up
With a full bag of damp powdery cement
On your chest.

You struggle,
To get out from underneath,
To wiggle and worm your way out
To get up,
To move,
To run
Screaming,
Hands over your ears
From your own thoughts,
As an evil voice pursues you,
Hunts you
Laughs at you
Belittles you,
Taunts you, teases you, torments you,
With the relentless repetition....
**** yourself
**** yourself
**** yourself,

So you do.