Ventriloquist thoughts permeate from
Myself, actions not of my own.
I am but a puppet on strings of red,
  .
My mouth is sewn shut in silence, yet
Speech infringes upon the molecules
Of air, I am spoken with no sound.

I am awake, lethargic are my moments,
Cognitive relapses as I feel I am neither
Myself in this fractured place my mind.