The Iron Binds of Havoc

I surrender
Flatlining
In the restless deep of fear

As nightfall showers
All around
And I crumble
Overtaken
By the binds of panic

My thoughts are hollow
And left for the fog
To be preyed upon by voices
By daylight’s static mayhem

Few words
Can flee these lips
When the dark
Has laid its claim

When time drags
And drones without motive
And sleep
Is the lone road
To the warmth of honest relief