(Is that a bird that I hear?)

My brain pumps til I pray for beheading

(Maybe a warm bath will do...)

Roaring with anger, I am tossed like a feather

(Perhaps a snack, or some tea...)

My mind withers, then gorges with blood

(This little pill ought to work nicely for sleep...)

A thoughtful mind dragged to and fro through the depths of hell

(Only drugs subdue a feverish pitch...)

..The barriers break and silence begins.