Petri dish-xistence.

Hello, it is me,

My only means of hope,

Twitching between the glass,

Underneath your microscope.

You always pick me apart.

Sink your decrepit fingers in my brain.

You love to hinder my thoughts.

Your pre-mature ejaculation, is my pain.

You're exhausting my existence.

Sucking my being dry.

Futile, is my resistance,

But I've grown weary, of your word "try."

You always seem to win.

Ever-conquering my mind.

Reality and delusion

...Where to draw the line?