A stale organic cage.
Incarceration.
I'm in the stranger: Me.
The user of my face;
Beneath it's guise I rot.
A paradox in terms.
Interconnected, fused.
My words are it's thoughts.
I now share myself with my reflection.
Straining to divide our twined formation.
Duality within singularity.

Plug me in, re-connect me to myself.
Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul.

Coalescence done.
The merging complete.
The sentence carried out.
The confluence,
Our interwound flows;
Surges not to be fused.
In this mental cage we absorb ourselves.
The only certainty is my suffering.
My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation.
A struggle all in vain,
We're both the same.

Plug me in, re-connect me to myself.
Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul.

Gone is all my hope,
All my vain illusions.
Deceived, I dwell in me,
In the core of my agony.
I fade in this duress,
I'm weakening.
The one who claimed my front is now the claimant of my soul.

Into the core of self, The neuro-axis, I fade.
Within the fading core of self, I am.....
Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing.