Dead Inside

Focus picks up momentum find a thought has strayed from the
 path of reason Notice how a small sensation has wound itself
 to a pulse increasing
 Rapid as a pace has taken its place to block all of my breathing
 Knowing as all is closing not a mind this time, the body is breaking
 Draining Regenerate this spiraling Mind how will I be alright when
 I'm Dead Inside Moments turn into motion with spinning thoughts In
 all direction Senses are resonating as everything accelerating
 Balance was a trace of something misplaced before all was uneven
 Hanging by a thread the final shred of sanity remaining Draining
 Regenerate this spiraling Mind how
 will I be alright when I'm Dead Inside?
 Focus picks up momentum find a thought has strayed from the path of
 reason Hanging by a thread the final shred of sanity remaining
 Draining Regenerate this spiraling Mind
 how will I be alright when I'm Dead Inside