Reeling And Congealing Rondel

I crave the quiet not the dark, filled with such a heavy feeling; The silence so overwhelming always obliterates that spark; This ship you can’t disembark, even as your mind’s left reeling; I crave the quiet not the dark, filled with such a heavy feeling; On my psyche it’s left it’s mark, vital blood begins congealing; As I stare up at the ceiling, I crave the quiet not the dark.