One through the window
To **** the pane
Next through my Brain
To **** the insane
Laughed to myself

Because Babe, it’s ironic

Noise cuts
like glass
For all the times we’ve been called *****
Break the obscured

Frames

It’s gone: the fog shattered
making way for the clear outdoors
Turn it 90 degrees, mind already scattered
Click

But it’s silent
There was only one
No permit of my violent
Shh

Click-Click-Splash-Fall
How am I here?
There was no fire
I’m on the ground, dear.
Red. Taken over by what
Must have been the fear.

Nothing can **** the insane
Not even my Brain.