Glitch

I'm frozen in panic,
And I'm begging to thaw.
My insides are frantic,
digesting my fall.

An eerie prediction,
the picture so vivid.
But a valid description
of this cycle I live in.

My soul is not corrupted,
but a defense against my mind.
And the filter has combusted,
a glitch in my design.

Not your typical human,
i'm built for this pain.
Derived from the ruin,
it runs through my veins.

I've rose from the ashes,
but my stomachs in knots.
I know that it passes,
but it seems I forgot.


I'm a passenger at times,
often I fight for the wheel.
And when the two are combined,
I lose sight of what's real.