Dead Inside

Focus
Picks up momentum
Find a thought has strayed

From the path of reason

Notice
How a small sensation
Has wound itself
To a pulse increasing

Rapid
As a pace has taken
Its place to block
All of my breathing

Knowing
As all is closing
Not a mind this time
The body is breaking

Draining
Regenerate this spiraling Mind
How will I be alright
When I'm Dead Inside

Moments
Turn into motion
With spinning thoughts
In all direction

Senses
Are resonating
As everything
Accelerating

Balance
Was a trace
Of something misplaced
Before all was uneven

Hanging
By a thrеad
The final shred
Of sanity remaining

Draining
Rеgenerate this spiraling Mind
How will I be alright
When I'm Dead Inside?

Focus
Picks up momentum
Find a thought has strayed
From the path of reason

Hanging
By a thread
The final shred
Of sanity remaining

Draining
Regenerate this spiraling Mind
How will I be alright
When I'm Dead Inside