Noisy mummers
As my spiritual being is taken over
Cold winds blow up my nose,
Yet window is shut.

Slight sensations in my body
Thoughts began to twist and turn,
"Society I hope you burn"  

Causing an alarm,
My Veins Popping,
Pulse boiling
The lights in my eyes,
They began Twisting and toiling

I can hear their whispering sounds,
of deceiving chuckles
Head throbbing
Nails disintegrating,
White Walls receding
The Battered soulless making their way to where they fit in,
being me