Obsidian

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. Overcome, suppressed by terror The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure Pounding waves of overload running 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 self complete Heartbeats hammering at the sight A revelation to wrap my soul in fear Blinded by the neverlight as I stare into my organic shadow