is there even a ground beneath me anymore? the notes stretch before me, endless staffs of dancing notes and bleeding black ink. the keys spiral away and vanish, whiteblackwhitebl-ackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhiteblackwhiteblackwhiteblackwhitewhite-
sound waves crash and pierce through my shattered eardrums like the ocean beating at the sun-warmed stone and crushing it slowly-
awaken again, trapped inside this room with its walls pressingsqueezingpressingshrinking in on me. nothing but pastels and monochrome and this bleeding red comforter, redredred like the blood that soaked into it last night, iron smelling like the rusted shackles around my wrists and ankles.
gripping my head i hear nothing but screams echoing inside my empty head which is all too full of these circling lies these pale white ravens and this muffling snow-
an urgency i cannot understand fills me, a desire to runrunrun far away from these cold metal rooms and poisoned kisses and fly off the edge of a cliff-
i stretch out my arms and touch the stars, psychedelic visions invading my eyelids and crashing me down to the dusty earth, dust of the ages sinking around me and weighing me downdowndown-
endless.