Quietly Consumed

The words don't touch my brain
as dose what I feel

How could that be,
that your feelings control,
as of what you seek

You quietly grow cold
quietly in your own world
Quietly you even lose control

Quietly you hide
all that's inside,
quietly behind

The words don't touch your brain
but your consumed it's insane

You can't even comprehend
can't even understand
can't grasp what I am

Sit down!
Take a look at what the world is