when i look in the mirror in my imaginary world
i see my face in the form of plastic, melting as its skewed.
the alphabet is distant and my jaw studders at the thought of rooms,
filled with gold and colors as the fungus in me is consumed.
with this puddle feeling and trees reflected in my wake,
i know i should be sleeping and my mind is wide awake.
and anything that flashes pulls the wall's breath to a sight i can't mistake.
covered in my skin as ideas spill out so thin,
the letters slowly gather and my mouth is caving in.
trainkwrecked my teeth with whatever it might be.
pressing down my mind and going down into the ground.
my teeth are slowly bending, wrecking everything around.