Terminal

My mind circulatesThoughts of passingDiscolored and dryTerrifiedBled of connectionVoicelessDejectedWithout definitionI'll be no oneTo obliterate the mind's inventionI'll surrender to mouthing affirmationsHelpless in my own severanceEaten up by my own thoughtsDangerous in my ignoranceDeep in my dead revolving dreamMourning my bodyDull and frailI'll be no one