I Cant Wait For Death

I Can't Wait For Death And finally take one last breath where hands of Seth Thomas no longer clock freed at last from cataclysmic aftershock reverberating thru every baited cell after quaking mine flinty bedrock well nigh since birth zapping bloodstock, an existence fraught with chronic anxiety/ panic attacks convulsing lovely bones, where anorexic buttock evinced bloody need dulled deadlock cramping puberty averse to let young manhood defrock childhood's end aghast (as would Alfred J. Prufrock) assisting administering electroshock coursed across every marrow buzzfeeding mine famished emaciated skeletal feedstock self starvation jamming body electric grave situation forced hand, where mother intervened to break-fast gridlock i.e. pathologically hell bent to render null and void yours truly vanishing into black hole (son) disappearing mock curry of pathetic existence, an arrow escape, when grim reaper did nock bowed, deplored, vied against innate willpower deadbolted with padlock suffocating lifeforce pitted with devastating indelible pock marks still evident as I schlep along cratered, gutted, pulverized... impassable singular stairway to heaven resembling bombed roadblock finds me tethered, suspended, roped... hanging lock stock and barrel atop gaping abyss mull echo chamber, where sounds of silence tick tock.