Living a Death

Stillness offers me no rest,
For whilst my body is motionless,
my mind is racing,
spiralling counter-clockwise
downwards into my core.

Never in this world can there be such contrast
as that which exists within me.

A body so lifeless and limp
that one would mistake it for the dead.
Unconscious and detached from this world.
Lingering over the boundary into the afterlife.

And yet there is so much energy
stirring up the sands of the mind inside that shell.
An energy unwelcome and hostile.

Welcome enough, however
to rent out a portion of that troubled mind to death itself.