Just Breathing

My heart is a stone, so heavy its in my stomach. Maybe that's the pressure I feel daily, making me feel the need to vomit. Sick and disgusted with life I've reached my summit. So high I should just jump off and plummet. Eagerly awaiting the fast approaching fate of permanence. A dying breed indeed, loyal, while others break their covenant. To which once had meaning, a purpose. That hasn't been seen in the rear view for quit some distance. Left only as a remnant of its former self, devoid of substance. Sussurations between walls, as myths, and folklore, for storied entertainment. The values and morals of a life that never was.