Mad stuff in the brain everyone says I haven't got ;)
And sometimes the tablets fall from their
Brown-glass jars and scatter like a
Rainfall of candy; a catalyst, provoking new bipolar twists.
My mind is full of impulsive nothings,
Threaded together by brutality.
Pink diamonds soak to crimson in the rein
Of the Red Queen; sparkle in the
My mind is a minefield.
Electric whips and razor blades,
Bloody rainbows, lithium.
These pretty voices in my head are rich
As fool's gold and equally cold.
Fairylight mentallity; your dimming light
Flickers within the abyss of my chest.
We're both dead,
And it's killing me.