Logical Sense

A short erratic poem which describes the state of a fevered mind

What should I do?

Wrangled heart won't stop beating hard.
Ache behind wearied eyes thundering the echo of frustration.
Anger fencing with tiredness which threatens to clasp awareness in sickly embrace.
Mind that won't still like the roar of muted waves against the temple of rock.
Sweet blood draining from hopeless expression.
Mindless muttering squeezing the life out of logical sense.

What should I do?
Tell me what should I do?