I.

    I disappeared in my shrink's office one day.
    I saw no windows or doors.
    I was trapped inside my head
    full of twisted little passages
    with no sense of up or down  
    and it was like nothing
    I've ever known.

                  II.

    I was in a cruel place of my own design,
    lust my mistress and love the sacrifice.
    My tragedy was going off script and violating
    every moral code that was ever taught me.
    My splice of the film jams and melts and
    my image disappears into only god knows.