My blood strains in my chest
In my gut
My lungs tighten by the second
I rush through my thoughts
Paralleled by the worry racing through my veins
Black ink follows my eyes through every corner
It taunts my memory
Demanding infiltration
But all I see is a jumbled haze
Of death sentences written on every wall
In every book
Steaming from the voices of those around me
Voices that reek of mimicry and torture
Voices reminding me I am empty, hollow
Crushed by the weight of expectation
I bury my head into the desire of the world
I allow myself to be dragged across fields of jargon
That penetrate my sanity
Numbness spreads like an alarm from my fingers to my toes
I succumb
I am a machine
Enslaved by the black ink