Withering.

Am I fit to drive?
I’ve got a long road ahead of me.
Death is at my doorstep.

If I would open the gates;
It would flood the oceans.
A journey across vast waters.

Electric mayhem in my head;
Good thoughts made powerless.
I’ve lost count; where am I?

Among vile creatures.
What are they?
What am I?

Scream damnit!
Vocal cords torn;
Silent.