All these vast hallucinations,
Stirring nonsense into every word,
Until it all becomes Alien.
Driving me to the point of breaking,
All this in a single fluster,
Drawing me down into the spiraling depth.
Where laughter is only that of the devils,
Even a swift parade of his sinister grin,
Turning even the pink-tinged angel his way.
Taking even the slightest hint of uncertainty,
Twisting every burnt edge until it snaps,
Until there is no confidence left.
Wishing to find myself,
In the tipsy lands of he,
Craving to grasp the meaning of it all.
Giving in to the struggle,
I lay my down my arms,
Accepting the ever constant rip.
