I wake up.

I stare at the void that's above.

Content that it won't be too much.

And nothing can come undone.

The light clicks.

The bulb is as bright as you'd think.

But somehow despite all of this.

The room is still white, you see it's unchanging.

How it is.

How I live.

There's a girl and there's boy.

And they fight over their toys.

Even though they both should know to simmer down.

There's a brother with some stamina.

A boy who loves his camera.

A sister who looks after everybody else.

In shades of blue.

And violet, and indigo, too.

A vibrant hue.

I'll take my cue.

The symphony resumes.

And I'm-

Awake in my room.

Tell me to close my eyes.

And I might just try it.

Not so violent, shades of violet.

Seeing in white and pastel shades.

So that dark and black don't eat me away.

In space and time,

They both align in

Perfect time and pitch and rhyme, still.

Why is the melody that's played.

So soft, it seems to drift away?

This tune has played too long.

But I'm okay.

My friend's gone.

I couldn't have told you how long.

I couldn't have said what was wrong.

But somehow I think he's lost.

I don't know.

The way that he maybe would go.

But he's left his plants here, and so-

I'll stay here and water them, no need to leave-

Where I am.

With my friends.

But they say I have to go,

And the next thing that I know,

I am climbing up a ladder in the sky.

But my friend, he isn't here.

So I go back down the stairs-

Or the ladder-

Stairs-

No-one's there-

Where else should we search?

With spiders,

Or in water, a desert or two?

What should we do?

Polaroids show something there but

I'm reminded that in two days I move.

Tell me to close my eyes.

I will gladly try it.

Not so violent, shades of violet.

Seeing in white and pastel shades.

So that dark and black don't eat me away.

In my mind,

The chords align in

Perfect time and pitch and rhyme, still-

Why is the melody that's played.

So soft, just as I drift away.

This tune has played too long.

But I'm okay.

The light that still surrounds me,

Is fading soft and slow.

The further that I'm searching,

The deeper that I'm thrown.

The eyes are on my cieling.

The eyes are in my head.

The eyes are watching me.

And they're telling me she's-

Stitching, cutting, sewing, playing,

As my heart is palpatating,

Intestines are spilling broken,

To escape, please saw him open.

Watch his face and watch it closely

Doors that shut reopen slowly

Wounds are searing, disappearing

Harming me, I'm interfearing

Polarising polaroids,

Reckless, harmful, little boy,

Careless, breaking up his toys,

Traumatized by harmless noise.

Strings break,

Every single mistake,

Piling up, I can't take,

Anymore, my chest aches...

For her sake or mine?

My time rewinds.

The further that i go

The harder it becomes

To understand myself

So what if I succumb?

I've lost my right to be

The things that I can't see

Are eating at my brain

And telling me I'm weak...

Tell me to close my eyes.

And I might just try it.

Not so violent, shades of violet.

Staring at white and pastel shades.

But the dark consumes me anyway.

And over time,

This world of mine has,

Crumbled into silence.

Why does this dissonance still play

So soft, and why do you still sway?!

Close my eyes,

Or I'll slip by, and,

Watch my silence turn to lying!

Painted in white and pastel shades.

As bloodied darkness coats my face.

This tune has played too long.

It's all gone wrong!

I'm facing places beyond what I thought was okay.

In this space.

That I've made.

This tune has played too long.

In this headspace.