welcome to the apocalypse

Decay in my mind
I am searching for distance but
things that are
unreachable takes effort to
unwanted desires
that are unthinkable

I want to separate from this
but things attached
takes pain to tear apart
like skin and
bones like emotions like

I want to be gone
when the world collapses
so I will not be just
another segment of debris
clawing to be found.

Death is a bitter taste I can't spit out
nor swallow in
to the pit of my thoughts.