Grey claims my head and eyes

I try to look but can't see any

Various passageways in a circle

all leading to

Countless passageways in a circle

Sometimes makes me wonder whether

there even is an end

To this fight between

me and days to come

Feel the familiar thumping inside my yellow head

Feel a squeeze in my blackened gut

Time's punching me to chose

I see the brightest passage and walk toward it

but oh

The door's already closed

I was too late

I kneel at the straps becoming a knot tying my gut together

Panic as a smoke creeps inside my sharp nose

Ahh

I pound my knee for the next passage

Closed

I was too late

PLEASE

No.

Ash filling every inch o' me

my muscles my bones stuffed with ash

I suffocate and baby me die inside me

I puke it out

Only my shell stands up and lightly walks toward the opening It just spot