Sabotaged
From across the expanse
Of clockwork and time travel machines
It’s like fighting the future
While tugging the blocks of a pyramid
This disease owns me

Pieces of the puzzle fall into place
Whenever they feel at home there
Pieces of me fall away
Replaced by frustration
And each day is like another slice of death

I wish for a cure to what ails me
I’ve searched the corners of the globe
But still I get rolled over by the wheels of fortune
At times I feel like Atlas
Before he was turned to stone

Gore has gone into my veins
And pain wearies my optic nerves
A tombstone hangs above me in my dreams
Like a bitter reminder of what awaits my silence

Stories have been told before
But none are like mine
War and Peace is but a coloring book in comparison
To the blood I have spilled
I am a vortex with a vector unknown
And I wonder when I will next spiral out of control