I wake up, dazed, and look around.
Everything is silent, but screeching sound.
The read sun burns brightly in the middle of night.
All things seen left are perceived as right.
An electric bulb darkens the room,
And my thoughts are filled with happiness of gloom.
The room is as cold as ice, and my skin starts to burn.
I am focused with apathetic concern,
Everything is figured out, yet all unknown.
The only thing I can’t see, it was has been shown.
Birds tweet and fly in the deadliest of storms.
And images stretch in demented forms.
Objects expand to sizes so small.
My eyes are shut open, with nothing to be seen at all.
The strongest of objects are crushed by air,
In front of my door stands something that isn’t there.
My heart is always beating, but dead 100% of the time.
Everything is cleaned with the dirtiest of grime.
Thoughts are upside-down, and curved to the back,
While my clothes shine with the dullest of black.
Words are opposite, and tilted straight,
Surprising actions seep predictable fate.
The lightest of breaths can **** a man so godly strong.
My sadness raises from hearing a happy song.
I have the correct answer, but I know it is wrong.
So in this room of all and not,
My mind is blank with every thought.