Breakdown

Slowly I feel it,
Creeping behind me.
The germs in my head,
Causing disarray, united.
My eyes it lies,
False alarm, being sighted.
My hands they tremble,
Decision's divided.
My faith lies in ruins,
Like a jukebox, silent.
My heart is bound
Immune to helpless frown,
Here it comes, without a sound.
The germs in my head happily prance around.
Slowly I feel it, Breakdown.