*Silence the discord*
-System Shock 2,
By Looking Glass Studios
The steps to every point of sanity
Lie as tombstones, grave markers
For neuroses temporarily beaten,
The will broken many a time
Yet more oft successful.
Let that wayward gusting wind
Settle down from its screech, not
A sough mild but rather, a cacophony
Of pathetic fallacy come to life,
Compounded in its league.
Let the bells fall silent, peals settling
To echoing slowly with final rings,
The mind calms at last, painful points
Finally subsumed, blurred by boredom;
Erase the dysphoric tome of nightmare.