I've pulled the musle that is my mind
the sounds that come in
hurt within my ears
my thoughts no longer clear
then words that my mind makes no sense off
but no pain, seam to give something
but nothing at all
If I think of red
it comes out blue
or more ;like purple
how can a man live like this no way
think I have ruptured my brain
will never think the same now
as I look out my window
what I will call wet now falls, from there
it runs things that are colours into my mind
now my arm feels numb
but in some ways tinggles
making a controdition in it's self

I think?