It's hard to walk the dunes of depression. Not only from the loose shifting sands, but the presence of soul eating, demonic illusions that pretend to be poetic yet are just rotting, hypnotic words hell bent on falsifying your mind.
The ironic indentations in this madness is you are standing amidst blue sky lithium dreams of xanax desires, stuck with rainbow's colors pounding at you, making you think everything is fine as the whole world burns; a "one day at a time" horror show that shouts a ******* symphony in B sharp major.