My inner machinations dwell where fear churns the night ..
As the uncertainty of my next breath weighs heavy upon my mind ..
Where panic eclipses educated thought , the voice of reason battered , left for dead amongst the jagged rocks ...
The second of sheer terror at the thought of public engagement , the quickness of my chest wrapped in the claws of depression ...
The child forever trapped in mature armor , hands that tremor , disguised in solemn mien , a devilish lien placed against my dignity , the fog that obscures my mortal objectivity ..
Bound in rusted chains , seized in vexed emotion .. Life unreal ..