Shakey Ground

I stand still where I still stand and have always stood, while the world flows and ebbs around me. I stand head tilted towards the heavens, saying thanks for the blessings in life and asking for nothing, as I do not feel that I've ever done anything worthy of reward. 

You do realize that Hell has a literal Nazi army, right? 

I can hear them even as I drift off to sleep. Their teeth gnashing, their claws digging into the ground. This is just the beginning of the hunt that I must survive every night. 

I gazed into the abyss and it gazed back.  The abyss flinched first.

My mind is broken. Send help.