As I Rot
A need for meaning claws under my skin
Too tired too anxious too depressed to act.
Scroll the Steam store
I buy another one and click, click, clack.
More hours wasted without driving the itch back
For a moment, routine saves me from the ache.
A show I like, a snack.
A book I love
All for my own sake.
Time to lay my head, and wait.
For a time when pine-ing draws me forth
And demons don't hold me back
I fear it comes far too late.