An outlandish performance, an array of misread hints
A somewhat peculiar creation, more so a poorly presented imitation of functioning human sensation
Coming on with insistent repetition, a domineering condition with no sign of remission
Quivering on the edge I relapse in silence
Preoccupied with emotional, neurotic violence
Set aflame, embers and sparks flee from the heart
Past the bright blur are gashes, scars and whip marks
Jaw clenching, teeth grinding, cement sinking, tight binding
Visions flashing, coming and going, voices continuously flowing
Terror pangs up ahead luminously glowing
Bring on my worst fears bouncing between my ears like pecking birds or a loved one's coldly spoken words
I envy brain matter floating in jars
Just the thought, true detachment, tear me apart
This flesh and bone I cannot claim as my own
I relate more to overgrown moss covered stones
I do not have a more efficient way to explain my universe is mostly comprised of trails of gray and me, myself am not much more than deadweight