...can't see because my eyes are too open
...cannot hear because my ears are too close to my eyes

...

can't feel because I touched everything I am blinded by and the sounds of my mis-contact are deafening...

assaulted by ghosts from my deceased personality...!
the possibly peaceful phantoms hide while I collect myself...

and black it all goes black
I am deliberately discarded

and .....I realise my permanence

despite the obvious damage

my brain has something terrible inside..
life has something terrible outside

I am equipped for it