Abiotic - If I Do Die

Constantly crashing
The air smells like plastic
Lost in the mattress
I promise to crack this.

The craving gets sweeter
I start to get weaker.
Flames burn from below
As time starts to show

Unsure of my fate
Does a casket await?
Or a box in the cold
With my thoughts all alone

There's a rush I can not describe
There no qualms if I do die

I find comfort in the sprint towards the last slumber.
Comfort in pain

Destroying
Bodily functions
Hunger is gone
So is my taste
Clawing my face
I'm starting to trace
Needing assistance expelling my waste.

The craving gets sweeter
As I start to get weaker.
Flames burn from below
As time begins to show

There's a rush I can not describe
There no qualms if I do die

This is a cry for help
I need someone else
Someone to carry me home
Someone to carry me home

Just one more chance.