Where is my mind
I can feel it spinning
I'm falling behind
In a race
I'm not
winning
Inside, I'm collapsing
I'm crossing the line
I need to find
My mind
It's circling
I'm wishing to get
Some consolation
A way out of this trip
No open doors
I'm hoping
You'll see that part of me
And you'll love me
Despite
My madness, my fight
My constant flight

The pounding music
flashing lights
Writhing bodies
and murky air

I want to surrender to exclusion
  Before being taken by alcoholic infusion
Your image isn't far now
It never really was,  even in this crowd

My intoxication
   From colorful brews
Creates a contradiction
   Because I
                    Miss
                        *You

Wispy rivers of mist flow down from a mountainside
Twirling and spiralling between the fields of delicate dandelions
Performing mesmerising dances like fairies under the lunar spotlight
Combined the aromatic fragrances and soft colors create an obscure new sense.

Calligraph my heart with the bladed tip of your words
Fill your reservoir with crimson fluid and write
Write beautifully your words of pain so I may encase them in a cage of bones
And keep those hurtful writings forever embraced deep beneath my skin

A troubled mind lingers endlessly over a provocatively constructed idea
Blissfully wandering the planes of flawless love and idealistic friendships as the impossible sun scorches and singes every cell of his being
Dauntless hope grinding away the withered and warned into the dusts of despair,
to be swept effortlessly into the dark vacuum of oblivion
And eternally, till the end of my days I will hear you say
"you fell in love with an idea".