Sleeping with my eyes open,
I can't be moved.
Dreaming without color,
I can't be bothered.
Hearing without sound,
I can't be disturbed.

Running away from the rational
And in a place dotted with confusion.
Marks of anguish line the walls
And bits of pain scattered across the floor.
My place is in the center of all of it.
My journey has led me here.

There's no map that can bring help.
There can't be any rescue calls
Or armor designed for safety.
It is what it is and
I am where I'm found.
I stand where my feet are placed.

Delusion and Disgust won't be named.
They have no significance here.
Nothing can be changed.
Nails and glue, fresh pain and new wood
Were never part of my plans.
My head remains down and eyes still fixed.

All this is spinning
Like flies trapped in a jar.
I am meant to complete a mission
That I've been told nothing about.
Consuming and Loathing always be my guides.
Consistently searching for destruction.