One second there
The next gone
One second grounded
The next floating freely
Reality and fantasy
Constantly switching
In and out
In and out

You're in my head; you're in
          Like rabies.
I've got you under my skin,
          Like scabies.  

You're in my heart; you're heart-
          Attacking.
You crack me up.  I ****.
          I'm cracking.

I wake up under our tree, next to her
The oranges and pinks of the sunset in the distance are a blur

I don't even care that she's gone, she's next to me
"Rose, stop stressing!" She says, "can't you finally see?"

"You helped us! You saved us all."
"But you're dead," I respond, "so why do you stand tall?"

"Plus, it's not fully back yet, they're all gone still."
"I know, Rose. You're incredibly ill."

Her skin melts into the roots of the tree
The tree decays until just a stump in front of me

The pinks and oranges of the sunset turn into rain
I run through the dying grass, wondering if I'm sane

I run through thick fog until a ruined castle is in my path,
still injured from its past with the Wrath.

I then realized my nightmare must've been a memory
Behind me is him, "Hi, Professor Emery!"

I think to myself, "this will only be a memory of the past",
as the student's skin and the castle walls begin to melt fast.

I have been to the depths of madness,
Yet I haven't lost my sanity.
I cling onto it like a mother
clings to her child's dead body.
I have seen my worst selves resurrect and being crucified
Under the weight of all my sins.
Yet, I have never willingly committed a crime.
Like the wooden dock at a port that holds all ships
from sinking to the wrath of the ocean currents,
I have harboured my evil
deep within me
With great power and diligence.
It's a quiet storm raging inside me.
My insanity threatens to spill out
to the edges of my constraints,
blurring the sight of blood on my hands.
For a tiny moment, my smile changed
giving way to something sinister lurking
in my soul.
And then it was gone like a fleeting wind
moving swiftly to a distant land.
But the wind has seen my self inflicted wounds,
She whispers the truth, she knows me truly that
I am a bigger omen than the crows and the raven.
Two tides clash fighting for control.
Day and night juxtaposed in a singular skin.
All hell is beginning to break loose.
The more I try to mend myself,
the harder the waves rock my ship.
The more I try to breathe,
the more the air begins to drown me.
In order to silence my cries,
it pushes me to a gentle hush.
Silence has never been this loud.
My insanity has never been this dangerous.