The glued-on sheet of self control. The pity ofsense, of sanity-Cracking at the seams. Torn from my realityThe motio n of thoughts subdued. Overcome, suppressedby terrorThe mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measurePounding waves of over load running through my everynerveWill reduced to nothingness. My system overturnedMy mind resigns to defeat. Internal razor s activated-Slashing through unprocessed thought. The severanceof self completeHeartbeats hammering at the sightA revelati on to wrap my soul in fearBlinded by the neverlightas I stare into my organic shadowThe bin of repressed emotions crammedL imits of pain by far exceededI stare into the blankthe mantra of dead silence repeatedHear me. Find meSave me. The dead me (Shallow breathing. Eyes not shut, not openBy fear silenced. Incantations never spoken)This hell of vacuum aboundwith the chanting whispers of the muteExposed to the wrath of neversound-The words of my organic shadow