Bad Trip

Something's wrong. Something's wrong inside my head. Ceiling's breathing down my neck.

Walls lean in, don't forget. Every thought is cutting teeth. Chewing holes inside

of me. Eyes won't blink to a wired shut. Blood tastes fake,

but fear tastes real. I thought I asked to see the

truth. I didn't mean it like this. Heart's too loud inside my chest.

I'm not dead, but I'm next best. Hands look wrong, skin don't fit.

I don't know who I'm trapped with. Bad trip. I can't come

down. Mind's a locked room, no way out.