Was I
Mister melt my face
Crayola man
Dripping wax
Wherever I can
Head caved in
Rivers of colors
That skimmed
The inside hem
Of my skull
Mind hijacked
By the abstract
Not facts but that
Which painted the world
All shades from black
To light and prism split
Rainbow dreams
That turned to ****
Tears that cooled
This freaking mess
While I dyed my flesh
Pink, red, and bluish bruised
In such deep distress