Chains

Chemical imbalance and its furious thrusts
 The price I wouldn't pay for a moment of calm
 A strong will confined in a withering shape
 Kicking and screaming perpetually
 Many thoughts, many seasons passed
 Countless hours spent in turmoil
 Beyond the inner twists, what truly remains of me?
 Is peace only found in the endgame?
 In endless search for what's missing beneath
 A creeping sense of desperation
 The twisted faces in the periphery
 A reluctant smile, facade of the unseen
 Spiralling thoughts of what could have been
 The intoxicating moments when I gaze into a world of colours
 This flicker of life is a haven, yet the ultimate of insults
 Nothing remains of intuition and instinct, core and essence
 I am but a machine, the martyr of my own creation
 At the heart of what could have been
 In light of what I've become
 I feel betrayed
 The glimmering surface is rid with holes