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