My world distorts around me
I seem stuck in two swirling dimensions
These photographs are just faded sketches
Of a life I no longer remember

Climbing, falling, heaven and hell calling
My feet are cut by splintered halos
I would stand on ceremony
But my knees are buckling and losing strength

Slipping, sliding, sun and moon colliding
I dance with these apparitions rising
My heart is heavy but my burdens light
While this cataclysmic civil war rages into dawn

There's an aperture in my memory
And I feel my sanity spilling out
Each step I feel the vertigo growing stronger
Am I a caricature for an audience of one?