Oncoming.......

Surrounded by friends,
Yet lonely in my head.
As black space creeps,
Feel ground slip beneath my feet.
Moving, the forward of mind inept,
displeasing taste of bitter unrest.
I hope that all can see,
my life has entered the third ring.
Tormented mind here to stay,
with all my dreams sliced and splayed,
destroyer rampaging in a cage,
can I control the oncoming rage?
Peace I feel the ground above,
no heartbeat present,
my mind numb,
never knowing what I will move to see,
in the end we all will be!