a paradigm unhinged from borderline
of seeing, believing in faith, paranoid
the shaking madness I heard
was coriolis of the wind, or just birds
heavier each second, stupider each moment
I see the world as it was when it formed
a violently erupting volcano, with the pleasures, drown in
superimpose a feel of summer with the dread of cold
and you feel at home
staying awake till the death of the owl
the bloodshot eyes are feeling less painful
in essence, fell to the madness of my paranoia
paranoid and without sleep, a combo for the screen