I often find myself
Stuck in a train of thought running through the background of my mind
While the front half is constantly repairing, yet blaring the next move.

The wiring has never been quite right.
Though as much as I try, I cant seem to fight
The constant motion, slow motioning my head.

I stand still,
I am swinging back and fourth full speed coursing to the final course,
Screaming "something isn't right here," Until my voice is hoarse.

Here I fall yet again,
Dizzy on the comedown is starting to begin, lifting my head;
My mind is being constantly fed by the infection in my skull.

Skipping beats, I start to swallow.
Other than my heart, my body is hollow.
Electricity coursing through the blood that lacks in my veins.

Feeling my bones deteriorating,
Peeling back my skin; I begin sedating.
Closing my eyes, I start eviscerating the imperfections beneath my flesh.

Suddenly they begin to start,
Derating singly, every cart.
I hold my chest, as I can feel my heart losing life itself.

My body is finally claiming itself dead.
Yet now, all thats left is the infection in my head.
Setting target, the virus always chose this course.

Silence filled until the rails grind.
Trip wires set, an explosive mine.
I always tried to avoid contact with these two.

Yet again, all my borders break.
Explosions armed, it's much too late.
I've never loved the pain of feeling something-hence why I sedate

I can feel my cords attempting to fix,
I know I tried, but I must have missed
A plug- an outlet. Maybe I clicked on something I knew was wrong.

Fully eroded, my body is destroyed.
Mine completely coded, my thoughts have deployed.
The silence shows I never really had a thought too loud.

Dropping my head over again, I'm finally able to comprehend
The sedation.
Maybe the pain is just a little too much.

Numbness eating away at everything true,
All my emotions, except those for you.
Wishing I finally felt something, nothing but the touch of your skin.

Depression has now taken over.
I'm imbalanced, forever known as "the rover".
Now I'm just stumbling, always searching for you.

I always promised I was a bit too much,
Yet never enough.
You proved me right, I was something you couldn't straddle.

Repeatedly, I rewire my mind,
Days after days, I wasted so much time
I could never seem to find the reason why you wouldn't be mine.

Wishing I was done, I attempt to simplify my words.
I always make my verses short,
It's the only way I know I'll be heard. 

I seem to be stuck on a never ending cycle of "here,"
As much as I want to be there.

My body malfunctions, infects the virus.

I am nothing but flesh, and blood.

The train has stopped. I am here.