Breathless

Guttural hysteria as I dig my grave
Unfortunately, I dropped my fragile security, it broke
Crystal balls showed me the writing on my wall
And shards carved the writing in my flesh

To see myself tipping over into a hole is predicted
Table manners make me wait until after dinner
As long as I don't remember how to fail
Winding through my memory I remember many fails

Back to the grave, I lay out fresh blankets 
Timely fashion for the routine, I broke my clocks
Answer to myself, I do, only now I shall not question
Capture a breath in a jar, it is what life is made of

Almost begun now, a show of hands, shaky
Nerves must be calm, breath shallow, grave
Tombstone headboard with a hand-written epitaph
The red blood cells have oxygen, but nowhere to return