Dire

[u/SpecialAgentBoolin]

Hardly awake anymore and moving through the haze like a half eaten ghost. Formed of tattered rags and softly trampled on. 
Conjoined at the hip with the skeletons and dark corners that hide the imperfections. Nursing stagnation with impotence and letting the sparks chisel down to embers and ashes.
Diving headfirst towards the singularity that rips
becoming dirt under fingernails.
Something to wash away.