My mind is rendered
A bundle of frayed wires
A series of dead ends
Ensnared, turbulent and useless

The blood rages
Propelled, by havoc-shroud dreams
As my pulse strays aimlessly
Hammering my timid resolve

I’ve become disorder
Slaving
To retain consciousness

I’ve slowed
To an agonizing limp
Bracing for the loom
Of my certain, paralyzed dawn