Exhaustion rolls across me in waves.
Confusion eroding intellect, twisting the mundane to the monstrous. Frustration filing compassion to an angry blade of indifference.
Bits of humanity leached away on a desperate tide of tired.
Muscles numb with ache continuing their task by rote. Shattered, scattered thoughts no longer involved in the process.
Mindless movement attempting to achieve a forgotten goal.
An empty shell worn smooth, tossed like so much flotsam in an ocean of things needing done, wanting finished, demanding attention that has wandered off with unrested distraction.
Leaving only tears to wash away the ashes of my dreams.
My take on Lance's 100WordSong: Falling to Pieces by the great Faith No More