My eyes buzz around my room looking
for something different I might have missed.
This place is turning to black and white.
The world's been acting rather strange.
I've fallen down a rabbit hole where
everything is crowded together abrasively.
The devil and I have finally compromised,
midnight has come, it's time for my retreat.
My lungs are on fire,
I think they might burn through.
I hold my teacup sideways waiting
for him to say something important I'll believe.
He sits there quietly without a world to me.
His silence makes me feel ugly and wrong,
my voice shakes "I'm through with you this time, this is where I belong."
Choking on the words falling off my tounge,
it's easier this way, it has been too long.