• Panicking, now I stand breathing in.
    Tension raping senses, my fear comes creeping in.
    Stuck in a moral coil, my head spins,
    For this fight, my shadow remains winning.
    Standing at the edge, terrified,
    So reckless are my eyes to find;
    Is this what I was born for?
    It all seems so frail to me.
    Heeding the words of them, the teachers,
    Changing my heart, for senselessness;
    All my thoughts, all my feelings,
    Remain deemed as meaningless.

    I cannot sleep.
    Yet I am stuck in this dream.
    Sweating the smallest flaw.
    A nightmare is what I ask for.

    Sensitive, nature is whorish now,
    Wasted away by man's cruel ambitions.
    And still the sky turns yellow, a color foul.
    But I am told, not to see in this color.
    Bouts of fear, drowning me in this mire,
    Empty air, dead is air, still as air;
    Choking in, senses I, wish I was numb.
    But it is, as it is, paranoia.

    I who cannot wake,
    Still I wander in my dreams,
    Should I fight or fly away?
    Is this really my nightmare?
    Is this what I stand for?
    If so, then why do I,
    Stand in fear, not of revere?
    Is this who I really am?

    But why, do I lie?
    It all seems so conceptual.
    Circular strikes, marking targets,
    We are deemed expendable.
    Warning signs, crying eyes, bullets fly.
    Feeling numb in the sense unknown.
    Strange how it is, as my chest beat empty,
    That they pull the mask of me and tell me I am free.

    Falling down, cannot get on my feet.
    Boiling hot, a fire inside condemns me now.
    Disturbing, perturbing, paranoid.
    Wandering in what I understand to be a nightmare.
    Petrified, restless eyes closing now.
    Bouts of fear saturate my reserve.
    Agitate, irritate, desperate.
    When is it, time is now, one more strike.

    I, who cannot breathe,
    Wonder vicariously.
    Should I cheer or should I cry?
    How can I? I cannot ask why.
    But it makes no sense,
    Sensibility dies so fast,
    The only answer seems so strange,
    Destiny does not call my name.

    And now, hysteria is setting in.

    Hysteria is setting in.