mental conflicts beat you purple and blue!
stains of acid on your twisted, flapping tongue.

secrets of your dying intellect...not entirely true
dead with logic, a trigger releasing reality from your gun.

casting a shadow over your home
like a skyscraper casts a shadow over the cracked, dirty concrete.

out of your ears float musical notes
singing at the wall to an invisible beat

is it your brain seperated from reality? 
are your thoughts gone when you lick the sheet?

or has reality flown away, like a butterfly?
not prepared for the world and its next bitter treat.