Prometheus

I despise breathing
the breaths slowly fill my lungs
yet never feel enough
They eat away at my soul,
and are a constant reminder of living

I despise my heart beating
the blood rushes to my brain
feeds it thoughts of its escape
It never cedes,
always filling me with terror

I despise my thoughts
always finding misery
always caressing death
They fill me with pain,
and I know I’ll always fall
again. And again. And again.
                

The idea of constantly falling back to mental breakdown is explored a lot more in "Prelude" and future works, it is something I have yet to do enough justice.