Time-Lapse Painting: The Dissociation Below

Music: Deftones - Entombed

Most days I still sense it.

Like a slow separation of entangled nerves,

shedding from my mind,

piece by piece.

Guilty because I know no other way to feel.

Under the sum of all my choices I absorb shadows,

that dissociation below.

Feel it fester and creep,

sliding beneath a surface of false content,

fighting currents of doubt.

But treading an ocean of reason still won't satisfy emotional drought.

And likely I'm bound to repeat this,

Though this time I think it's under control,

Probably.