A Process so Familiar - Whitechapel

It’s coursing through my veins

My heartbeat starts to race and I can’t breathe

My composure falls apart, my vision blurs and I can’t see

I can’t stop over thinking, the thought of company is threatening

I can’t make sense of anything

I need to be alone, just let me be alone

Please put me anywhere as long as no eye can see

Every second, an hour, cold sweats devour my skin

My body shakes and I am in eternal decay

A process so familiar

A process so divine

This process would be faster

If I could die

It never goes away

The chill of the winter air puts me at peace

In the blink of an eye

A pressure release and I return to me

I still keep over thinking

But this overwhelming storm is now at rest

Enter the mind of the obsessed

I just lie and wait

Instead of running away

You can’t escape

Process infinity