Shake the disease lingering inside Delayed reaction, the dread of expecting eyes Withstanding weakness, weighed down in affliction A grueling task in the best of times Carried the burden, straining for a befitting answer As time escaped me and senses grew pale Lost in trains of thought, epiphanies beyond your distant smile The noise of the world, I long to join them but dread every sound To take the steps prescribed, clinging to solid ground Living like I wasn't ever here To wander wayward empty still, to feel no calling strong enough To watch the best of intensions wither The end is nigh, my friend Please let me sleep The defect's roaring storm, white noise and repetition Here I stand as the observer, the empty frame