Unresponsive - Intellectual

I'm unravelling so much faster than I used to

Like distant blanketed lightning for the impending storm

With an unnatural tenure

This pure cold wave

Pulsating in its dominance

And eclipsing all focus

You felt it too

Like the beating wings of the thrush

You felt it too

Then brings the storm

Without release, without relief

Then brings the storm

A ruthless simplicity of which we've become detached

To usher in our greatest fall

Then brings the storm

Without relеase, without relief

Thеn brings the storm

To usher in our greatest fall

Then brings the storm

Without release, without relief

Then brings the storm

To usher in our greatest fall

Forgotten, erased