I stand paralyzed, transfixed, inanimate A breathless statue, a mere silhouette A slave to the masters beneath the surface I feel nothing My aura fades to black I feel nothing My psyche fettered, held hostage Buried brick by mental brick A conscience confined, trapped within my own mind This twisted haven I cannot escape Chemically dominated Emotion desolated Hollowed husk of heart and flesh I feel skeletal in form I am mentally circling the drain My eyes shoot open to another day That bears fruitless gifts Praying for my synapses to fire Cold sweats return to clasp at my throat Thoughts caged by this cognitive dissonance Approaching madness Mental deterioration Sleepless and hopeless Ensnared by the chains of my mind Approaching madness Mental deterioration I stand paralyzed, transfixed, inanimate A breathless statue, a mere silhouette A slave to the masters beneath the surface I stand paralyzed, transfixed, inanimate A breathless statue, a mere silhouette A slave to the masters beneath the surface Drowning in a haze of disillusionment I am forced to relinquish the reigns of my thoughts As this endless woe and trepidation Continues gnawing on my senses Anhedonia grips at my heart Anhedonia, I am I feel nothing