The Quicksand Of Existing

With every step I take
I test the ground before
Since I know
That each day
Uncovers ways to suffocate myself
I just might breathe my last
Before I’ve sunken down

My uncertain sight
Could mask the ground before
Hence, I know
That each night
Presents a chance to paralyze myself
When poison clouds the past
Before I’ve sunken down

I know I’m called
To sink below
By siren song, singing
Let your struggle go
And fill your lungs
Up to the brim
Join in refrains
Of our viscous hymn

As long as I’m alive
The darker days will always multiply
Ad nauseam, until I’ve sunken down
And down
Soon I’ll be enveloped by the ground
Upon my presence here
Alight a quicksand shroud

When I’m sunken down