Slip knotted into my past,
blood soaked cloth covers my eyes.
You are uninvited.
This is bizarre. Am I going crazy?

My paradise is lost in the deep,
no survival or sunset.
No headlights working,
the black balloon burst.

Swallowing broken glass
and coughing up crimson.
I lay on bed on nails
with a thousand holes in my back.

Excepting my realities,
is it all lies in my head.
Not knowing the truth,
my memories are a myth.