i can feel my mind slipping. its slipping slowly, out of my grasp. a gradual return into something i dread. a gradual thought of something i fear. something tortures me beneath the abyss. something rips me apart beneath… something is wrong. something is wrong. something is wrong. something is wrong. something is wrong. i can feel it. my heart. it beats. its beating. it beats. it beats wrong. i breathe wrong. something SOMETHING IS WRONG SOMETHING IS WRONG SOMETHING IS WRONG SOMETHING IS WRONG SOMETHING IS WRONG SOMETHING IS WRONG SOMETHING IS i feel it now, the horizon. the idea, the concept, the sight. i feel it now, the direction. the idea, the concept, this sight. i feel it now the delusion the idea the concept these sights i feel it now i feel it now i feel it now i feel it now there is no beauty in thinking to hence forth my mind into shattered glass. i cant breathe into this casket of open dreams. my choices mean nothing in the long scheme. grandiose. i dream. it is not mine to dream. i cant help it. i cant help it. i cant i cant i cant help help help it it it … it wont stop
