Burnt out like a struck match/
The perfect breeding ground for insanity to hatch/
The mind is stretched too damn thin/
Making the inner demons claw at your skin/
Constant irritation makes you see red/
The inner fire being perpetually fed/
Rage and exhaustion because you need need need/
So I give up my wants and to you concede?/
FUCK that I’m honestly tired/
For the time being from my life you’re fired/
You can’t expect me to blaze on, when I’m at wick’s end/
Back up off me and let my soul mend/
I’m so burnt out I smell of charred embers/
At this point I being tired is all my bod remembers/
Give me a moment, resting is my right!/
After awhile I’ll yet again be able to ignite/

Only if I rest lol
Poetic ice