Frying egg, Ticking clock.

There must be something wrong with me

with every breath I take

I suffocate

and with every step

I take two back

and god it hurts

when life just lags.

 

I can not seem to

resolve my issues

They follow me

like unwanted shadows.

My brain

is like an egg

and it's frying in the sun.

 

But then I go back to

when was life ever

any

fun?

 

It's not. There is no

rhyme. No reason

that follows me in

my adventure

that only leads to

arson and treason.

 

Arson,

Help me, I'm burning.

I can't see the sun is so blinding

and I'd kill

to see

 the morning after

everything ceases.

 

The clock ticks.

Kill it before 

time kills you.