I am drowning in monotony,
A cold sense of failure.
Suffocated by inferiority,
My eyes begin to bleed.
The voices are falsified,
Fully contrived and full of hope.
An anger rises within me,
Urging me to fight.
The rules you follow are
Beyond any given help.
I find myself swimming in blood,
Doing the backstroke.
Face down in the red,
I can finally close my eyes.
I “disappear here” for a while,
But I’m still breathing.