Morgue Supplier - Closing In

In the race that is my mind
I can't seem to find a pace
Acid burning in my core
It is closing in
Helpless as it crawls
Slowly but certainly
I turn away again
Which option will make this stop?
Bounties aplenty for those responsible
Endurance of this torture - always beyond forever
The cycles within cycles
The disconnecting of my brain
Futility the common solution
A daily creeping of dread
It is closing in
Helpless as it crawls
Slowly but certainly
I turn away again
The flashings of mortality
Like blasts from the sun
The realization ever present
Panic overcomes & disables
Distractions are completely gone
Crystal clear in my eyes
The walls of the world have fallen - for this final time
The future pinned beneath them - buried way down deep
To rise is to crumble - My failures displayed
Into multiple desperate piles