The numb feeling
It's back
I thought I was healing
But I've been hacked

The Demons came back meaner then ever
They have the upper advantage, even though I fight back
They have there hands on the grey lever
But they have something I seem to lack

My head is a dangerous place
Spinning with millions of thoughts and images
My head is acting like a dark cold locked case
Acting as though they can be characterized as erysipelas.

I scream and I shout
But my voice comes out silent and I am mute
Everything I learned as a defense starts to become a doubt
Everyone is giving me a shameful expression, kicking me aside with their boot

So instead as my defense I curl up
I hide from the world to avoid more pain
Waiting for someone to letup
Instead there’s just overwhelming distain
And I extinguish that old flame in me in submission