Regression, Possession.
I’ve lost control of my body.
I don’t know who I am.
No Clarity,
Purely insanity.
No direction,
Diseased by this infection.
But no remedy for fear.
Keep going this way and I know I will disappear.
I want to be rational.
Go zooming like a race at the national.
Yet I’m stuck in this Maze.
My mind is crazed.
I need help.
Just because I don’t scream and shout.
Does not mean you’ve figured it all out.
