Nothing Feels Real Anymore

I empty my cup with each passing day. Encapsulated by each moment of chaos and every second of madness that chase my shadow as I wonder how depleted my reserves have become. 

Ideas, dreams, desires and nightmares all cascade into a cataclysmic void.

The mirror shows a veiled maniac, a hidden thief of hearts and hands who cannot escape the sirens that blare in the distance. Only God knows. Only God gives a shit. 

Forgive me my trespasses, punish my treason; grant me reprieve for this poison slowly is doing its deed. Find my bones weeping while my skin awkwardly grins. I know what I've done, I know where I'm going. 

Fuck it, I'll bring some sunscreen.