Organic Shadows

<br>The glued-on sheet of self control.<br>The pity of sense, of sanity<br>Cracking at the seams. Torn from my reality<br>The motion of thoughts subdued.<br>Overcome, suppressed by terror<br>The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure<br><br>Pounding waves of overload running through my every nerve<br>Will reduced to nothingness.<br>My system overturned<br>My mind resigns to defeat. Internal razors activated<br>Slashing through unprocessed thought.<br>The severance of self complete<br><br>Heartbeats hammering at the sight<br>A revelation to wrap my soul in fear<br>Blinded by the neverlight<br>as I stare into my organic shadow<br><br>The bin of repressed emotions crammed<br>Limits of pain by far exceeded<br>I stare into the blank<br>the mantra of dead silence repeated<br><br>Hear me. Find me<br>Save me. The dead me<br><br>(Shallow breathing. Eyes not shut, not open<br>By fear silenced. Incantations never spoken)<br><br>This hell of vacuum abound<br>with the chanting whispers of the mute<br>Exposed to the wrath of neversound<br>The words of my organic shadow