Subjugation of the innermost of the mind. I can't think straight. Beat it back with what will that I have powerless as I can be. Going on. Sailing away. Dying daily in a living death. I'll bear the crown of thorns. Going on is like breathing water in my lungs. Until the day I go the way of all flesh I'll tear myself apart. I'll smash the veil of silence on this world. Take the sounds of my gnashing teeth as they swallow the veil. Devoid of life. Feel my pain. Gnashing. Droning on and on.