My tenuous grip on the edge of oblivion is slipping.
As I suffocate under the anxiety
Induced by a world driving full speed into it's own destruction.
Any effort I put forth to change my lot is crushed by a system designed to exploit.
After being promised a future of opportunity and success.
Society is crumbling, and a part of me wants to emulate Nero and dance to the flames.
If only I could find the energy, but by design
The downtrodden and desperate can only see the next step.
Obscured by the shadows of oligarchs stealing money from the poor.
When is it time to rise up and throw these shackles off
My throat is closed, the hangman's noose around my neck
As my hands are bound and my ankles weighted down with a ball and chain
How do I escape this hellscape that has me bound
Is that only just a dream, ephemeral and ethereal
Unable to be grasped by my reaching hands
As I fade away, will there be anything left of me to remember