A sink full of Your chopped Worries draw Perishing Figures across The marble arch Of sinking Emotions.
Clairvoyant Colours sharply Stroke your eyeballs Expecting to be Heard, treated With the caress Of your hair.
As they strike to Fight for your Attention blurry Puzzles become one Mess of dillusion Fermenting sick Your grasp of Stability.
Muffled fireflies Fly in your eyes Pickselling arguments You had with reality Sticking fantasies Crafted for your Sleep to casually Cammouflage Your vision of Normal.
You're only Starring at the Back of your Head, mixing Malicious purples And dazzling golds In the fragments of Your dead hair. Your Issues fall in the sinking edge Of madness. YOU'RE FREE NOW!