What is this that fills my head?
This drone and ominous hiss
Of static and angst
In rhythmic time to an orchestra
Of self pity and machine pistons
As my brain sucks and absorbs
But remembers little
Scared for an unpromising future
Angry at the past
Complacency sets in
Around the force that absorbs me
And always will
What is this space that contains me?
Not a physical draw
Involuntary
Pulling my every cell that portrays my being
Ripping, One by one
I am contained between these spaces
Trapped
This blank, faceless silence
So little shown
So much said
With each pause