Basic pains

I'm stuck in survival Feeling so primal All I do is eat and sleep My life's in a spiral Cause my chemistry is tidal And it's pulling me into the deep All my days are so idle Like someone turned down the dial All I hear is the floorboards creak Will our souls be recycled After we finish life's trails? I guess that's a secret we're cursed to keep What's an inch to a mile? Or a story without a title? A beautiful view never looked so steep All I hear's my racing vitals Will this breath be my final? I almost forgot about my appointment next week