They don't tell you of true insanity
How it weaves a
Cruel symphorny of dissonance
Into cracked eyes and purple bones.

(NOTHING IS YOUR)

how the mercury down your throat
slides easier than tequila and
drives mania to torch
any repose left
in your lungs
to a crispy.

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you turn a blind eye
as your vision fragments into a kaleidoscope of tessellations; fingers spun of liquid glass, leaving trails of delirium in their wake. you will never be the same.



WHATEVER YOU DO,
DO NOT LOOK IN THE MIRROR