The glued-on sheet of self control. The pity of

sense, of sanity

-Cracking at the seams. Torn from my reality

The motion of thoughts subdued. Overcome, suppressed

by terror

The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure



Pounding waves of overload running through my every

nerve

Will reduced to nothingness. My system overturned

My mind resigns to defeat. Internal razors activated

-Slashing through unprocessed thought. The severance

of self complete



Heartbeats hammering at the sight

A revelation to wrap my soul in fear

Blinded by the neverlight

as I stare into my organic shadow



The bin of repressed emotions crammed

Limits of pain by far exceeded

I stare into the blank

the mantra of dead silence repeated



Hear me. Find me

Save me. The dead me



(Shallow breathing. Eyes not shut, not open

By fear silenced. Incantations never spoken)



This hell of vacuum abound

with the chanting whispers of the mute

Exposed to the wrath of neversound

-The words of my organic shadow