In the back of my mind,
Stands a wall caressed in black.
Closer, sit jittery thoughts, muddled and acidic,
Like a drink served best frozen.

Huddled in the hollow, consumed by distraction.
The only weapon is my mind,
My strength yet my weakness.

Come out they cry,
But simple that is not.
Content in the abyss,
A lie pertained by me.