The swirling of thoughts,

    It kidnaps your mind.

    Stinging you with images,

It begins to break through the wall.

    Takes up your free will

    And spins it around, this thing

It takes all of your strength, and

    Turns your mind to mush.

    All of it that was you, it

Turns it to small

    Points in the past

    A person of old, hiding all the

Eyes in the storm as

    You keep spinning and spinning.

    A hurricane of white, impulsive actions,

It swirls and swirls, completely

    Snagging your mind away from your body,

    Replacing it with something alien; you can’t throw it

Out

    Of your mind and it hurts you so.

    Everything you’re thinking and doing, it’s completely out

Of control.

    Eyes begin to widen, breath quickens,

    And soon, you’re frozen, paralyzed.

You cannot move, cannot think,

    Everything is stuck, nothing makes sense to you.

    Your blank, empty, ice-cold mind

Can only pick up the worried 

    Mix-matched warbles of long lost sounds.

    This invader again arrests you into

Whirls of thoughts as

    You continue to fall, fall, fall

    Into a void of dark and pure cold.

You go on through your day,

    Rattled and struck with

    That sense of impending doom,

Trying your best but failing

    To conceal this peaceless 

    Storm you now have raging inside, 

To hide

    The thoughts and cold that grips you,

    That is turning you into 

This anxious swirling mess

    Of broken thoughts and paralyzed mind.

    The impulsive, jerky actions, all corrupting

Inside.