Red flags are waving Red eyes are staring Behind sheer curtains When I exit the door, dreaming. Radiating, All around me Scorching my skin. It's hard to think clearly When the storm begins. Scabbed wings and itchy spine I was flying, but now my teeth are starting to grind. A familiar sequence Clings to the back of my head It's hard to breathe clearly When paranoia befriends, A real visualization With no dead end.