Temporary Psychotic State

"Welcome to the carnival of the dysfunctional and the despaired"

Mirrors covered my hopes for endless mournful hours, hours of staring into me

As time passes in circles, surrounding fields of trust - faithless I'll drown - free

I wish my fingers to bleed from a touch of grace

I wish my eyes to be wounded by a broken glass

Passionate to paint my dreams in daylight, beyond the fields of grief a path

Withered as your bright world, count dead hours under neurotic spark

To be heard in silence

To be embraced in the nights

Sometimes I feel I'm drowning

In this sea of despair and lust,

With salty tears like pilgrims

I'm witnessing my own demise,

Passionate to cross this border,

To come free at once,

To throw myself into the fire,

Immortal, I'll become one with the dust

Forgive me as I'm losing

I'm almost there… I'm coming - almost touching - so real - so close -

So much for fighting this psychotic state of mine

Do you know how it feels to be awakened as water covers my eyes?