A nothing sunders your skin
Emotion triggered from “sin”
A dissonant chord
A distant cry
Desperate, ignored
Frozen, stuck and abhorred
Listen to your favorite lullaby
White noise to consume
These thoughts that would
Count to nine
Don’t make it to ten
Else threats to yourself
Might begin again
Just repeat the first eight lines
And remember there’s no divines
These feelings are yours
No greater powers
No spiritual effect
Just a chemical imbalance
Yours to protect
Hold it close
Hold it in understanding
Hold it in your hands
And be careful with your acting
This phase is just a play
Demonstrated to those
In your sphere of decay
Afterwards comes peace
Just wait
It’ll be your favorite piece
Void of sentience
Void of emergence
Void of any sense
That could remind you
You’re frozen and tense
Waiting for things to make sense
Again.
