Constant debris within my mind,
most of which I cannot seem to define.

Medusa's stare turns my heart to stone,
How long will I have to stay alone.

Emotions locked up within a volcanic core,
It rages with an englufing fire,
It waits to see what I truly desire.

My thoughts collide within the cataclysm of space,
endless blackness I see, should I
hold back, should I embrace.

This questions that bombard my conscious being,
a code that I cannot crack,
or see with my own eyes for this is truly my disguise.