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

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