Wouldn't Shakespeare be proud?

Lets take time apart
Erasing the chronological
In favour for a
Falling sensation
Leaving me stiff-backed
And sweating
Screams bounce off
The shivering iron surfaces
That pride themselves
In being the stage
For my minds greatest
Aversions

Wouldn't Shakespeare be proud?
I left my last
Hopeless hopes behind
For my Romeo too
Swapping the breathing
For the empty
Laughs filter through some
Unconscious thought process
All hail biology
Or psycology, or whatever
At least I don't
Have to shove the effort
Through that barrier
Anymore

The occupants of the
Other world
Haven't seemed
To notice
How long I've been gone
The time bomb is
Ticking.