I melt like ice on a hot plate Like a candle to a flame All I know is pain Though it now sits as an unforgettable stain The receptors were never meant too sustain The onslaught like constant rain Proving to be too much to maintain I now feel nothing, Teetering on the cusp of insane Not unfamiliar terrain I recognize fears domain Spent a lot of time on that plane Where a single step forward is a strain And one look back can reattach the chain Scars from a dangerous brain Are the only parts of the original me that remain If need be, Look for my face in the wood grain