Merely a stain on the wall

 
Understimulated  
Yet overstimulated  
Once my mind starts spinning  
there's no turning back.
 
Recieving and sending into infinity  
Can't recall what just past my mind  
Just the sensation it leaves me with.  
 
 
I've got a hollow in my torso  
So i stuff it with anything that fits  
Stays rather empty  
Except for the brittle bitterness that it is accompanied with.  
 
It leaves me with the undigestible question;  
Is this it?  
Will I be bound to forever loose myself in the dingy halls of my own consciousness?  
 
Embrace it  
Can't embrace  
Accept it  
Can't accept  
 
 
Feel your humanity dissolve;  
to a bleached painting  
Merely a stain on the wall.