When laughter
turns into tears
and blood
turns into rains

The feeling of melting
turning into glass breaking
the softness of rose petals
now cold as ice

The hardness of words
means nothing now
just as much as Time
bends under the will of insanity

Soft notes on the piano
now a harsh discord of bells
light that was once gentle
now blinding to look at

Trust broken
even after I held on so long
the once solid hope
crumbling like sand between my fingers

Dull colors now bright
and then dull again
the floor falling out under my feet
once carpet is now harsh concrete

The air used to taste sweet
but now it's choking like smoke
is it tears on my face
or blood soaking my skin?

Can't tell what is real
but I don't think
there is anything real
in this swarming sea of Spirals

The Twisting and Turning
the very source of madness
and Delusional itself
and it's drowning me