Cold, Still, Defensive, Alone,
A running motionless drone.
Overbearing silence cuts deep from the core,
To be freed from its chains and to feel no more.
Grinding vibrations from the temples,
Reasoning shrieks and crumples,
Hands shake in question's race,
Stumble downward fall from grace,
Eyes dried out, flood on the inside,
A barely balancing collide,
Heave in qualms of unknown,
Overwhelming in their groan,
Cover over, hide away,
Far beneath the touch of day.
Imbalance pushes to the absolute,
Quaking faults so hard to keep mute,
Tumbling, Grumbling,
Clawing, Falling.
Overrun in the torment of self to flesh,
Conflicting self rages, refusing to mesh,
Violent aggression raises its head,
Wishing for slaughter, to now lie dead,
Weak in resistance, driven remorse,
Empowering the fatal course,
Too far gone now from all healing,
Numb, the absence of feeling.
