Terminal

My mind circulates
Thoughts of passing, discolored and dry
Terrified
Terrified

Bled of connection, voiceless
Dejected, without definition
I'll be no one
I'll be no one

To obliterate the mind's invention

I'll surrender to mouthing affirmations
Helpless in my own severance
Eaten up by my own thoughts
Dangerous in my, in my ignorance
Deep in my dead revolving dream

Mourning my body
Dull and frail
I'll be no one
I'll be no one

My mind circulates
Thoughts of passing, discolored and dry
Terrified
Terrified