Dead Inside - Aesthetic Perfection

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