Castaway from the world,
Walking amidst the crowd.

There's a storm inside my mind.
It haunts me when I am awake,
Everyday, everyway, my body it bind.
Decompressing my brain and tearing it apart.
And if I could just sleep, it would be a good start.
But there's just no time left.
There's too much to do.

All the sound of the world,
Amplified, overblown.
All the colors exposed and pulsating.
I have no-one to blame,
But myself and the sky
And society that's always demanding.

Like a hurricane above, eternally wild.
This migraine is making me blind.