Thought, like A gunshot. Like the noise the Lightning wrought. Like a crashing wave That drags me back Into the tide I fought. I sought my peace Inside a void Where the pressing fears Might cease. Where my demons Would release Me But it was all For naught. In my darkness, I was found. The sporadic, Enigmatic sound Of my neural network Run aground On the void I used As a shield around The fears I loathe to feel, Saw my defenses Swiftly drowned,