Of palid skies
and field of rye
my mind sways
to understand.

In the heat my skull cracks
steam bubbles from the seams
I feel the world
through new eyes

As the forest grew
so did he.
In the dark underbrush
of the bright tree line;
among the creatures
big and small.
he hid there, in the forest
as his hate began to grow.

As a vivid sun rises,
i can feel the tingle.
electric tendrils
cross the dome.

trapped inside,
writhing in pleasure,
reaching for blankets,
as the rain trickles down

the lights are flashing
i am confused.
Disco ***** of shimmering
blue crystals dancing

This place is odd
unlike the sane
i feel the fear
and as i stare

The fear stares back
taking a hold.
I graps the air
this place is getting to me

As the sky tears
at the sea
billows of smoke rise;
air expanding in burst.
The bombs are falling
and the sky is falling
but i still cant think of a place
i would rather be,
than here, and now, with you.