park 'n sons
-grace
shadows of the past
demons twitching twisted thoughts
internal torment and writhing
feet fighting against nothing
panic fear dread
the darkness fills up my peripheral vision
emotions boxed up
no attachment to action
no happiness
no sadness
no excitement
the only thing left is survival
trapped in trepidation
frenzied fight or flight complex
but the veil is up
hiding the rational, explainable, traceable
leaving the mirage of a human
rigid arms
legs shaking
eyes set deep
smiling flat
childish understanding
fucked up thought patterns
seismic tremors through the shell of flesh
horror of the glances
breathing in consternation
as the dopamine deficiency dance continues