The cliches are closing in
I'm running out of space in my compressed chest
No longer able to breathe
I have such a need
Such a ******* need
Yet powerless I stand before the demon's of my own making
Somewhere deep inside, slumbering
Let me wake to find some inspiration, divine
Because this purgatory is eating me alive
This liminal space where my purpose fails me
And I find myself swearing in circles
Sweating profusely
Each beat of my heart bringing me closer
To death as a failure of dreaming