Nerevar-Reborn

Just write My hands, motionless, deadened by lack of inspiration Sitting, sickened, barely moving, My mind, home to thousands of little thoughts, Running about endlessly and then falling to their inevitable fate, They resist. Close your eyes. Darkness surrounds, enclosing, encroaching,   The comforting colours of one's mind are no longer present, Instead, many eyes, watching, staring, searing into my memory. I feel a flush, my skin is burning, I feel dead. Is there any way out? Don't stop now. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, keep it in. Don't think, just keep going. Keep moving. Let it out, see how this works? I keep talking