It's halfway through June I'm already wasted Spent on everything It's not even a blur Just a blob Moments indistinct, borders blurry Everyday I fall through the same Quicksand, grasping at air Painlessly sinking like Metal, stone, a suffocating Body, in full rigor, Gasping for life As I can't react fast enough, Can't calculate well enough Can't see the end in front of me Can't see the eight millimeters Whizzing past my eyes Recording moves while I Sink, stagnant, passively Watching it all Take me hostage and pass by.