The rhythmic heartbeat of the song calms my thoughts
A breath away, calmness may be
But I am swept away in the storm once more
Assaulted on all sides by my own unsettled consciousness
Could I cry for help when I am the one I call for help from?
Futile to escape these thoughts,
Like the very virus that plagues me, inescapable
This horrid fear that can be subdued only by the steady and reliable beating of those drums
Oh those wondrous drums, pull me away
Clean thy soul and hands
Wrap the mask of soothing numbness around my mouth
And I will drift off in the bubble of soap that is my only current comfort
Music
by M. Mclean - 11th Grade