The glued-on sheet of self control. The pity of
sense, of sanity
Cracking at the seams. Torn from my reality
The motion of thoughts subdued. [bad word]  suppressed
by terror
The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure

Pounding waves of [bad word] through my every
nerve
Will reduced to nothingness. My system overturned
My mind resigns to defeat. Internal razors activated
Slashing through unprocessed thought. The severance
of [bad word] 

Heartbeats hammering at the sight
revelation to wrap my soul in fear
Blinded by the neverlight
as I stare into my organic shadow

The bin of repressed emotions crammed
Limits of pain by far exceeded
I stare into the blank
the mantra of dead silence repeated

Hear me
Find me
Save me
The dead me

This [bad word] of vacuum abound
With the chanting whispers of the mute
Exposed to the wrath of neversound
The words of my organic shadow