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

This hell of vacuum abound

With the chanting whispers of the mute

Exposed to the wrath of neversound

The words of my organic shadow