I stand paralyzed, transfixed, inanimate
A breathless statue, a mere silhouette
A slave to the masters beneath the surface
I feel nothing
My aura fades to black
I feel nothing
My psyche fettered, held hostage
Buried brick by mental brick
A conscience confined, trapped within my own mind
This twisted haven I cannot escape
Chemically dominated
Emotion desolated
Hollowed husk of heart and flesh
I feel skeletal in form
I am mentally circling the drain
My eyes shoot open to another day
That bears fruitless gifts
Praying for my synapses to fire
Cold sweats return to clasp at my throat
Thoughts caged by this cognitive dissonance
Approaching madness
Mental deterioration
Sleepless and hopeless
Ensnared by the chains of my mind
Approaching madness
Mental deterioration
I stand paralyzed, transfixed, inanimate
A breathless statue, a mere silhouette
A slave to the masters beneath the surface
I stand paralyzed, transfixed, inanimate
A breathless statue, a mere silhouette
A slave to the masters beneath the surface
Drowning in a haze of disillusionment
I am forced to relinquish the reigns of my thoughts
As this endless woe and trepidation
Continues gnawing on my senses
Anhedonia grips at my heart
Anhedonia, I am
I feel nothing