You're talentless and entered a talent show/
Twisting your fingers in unthinkable manners/
To stimulate the colors in your mind/
You just violently hit your little toe/
And your mind hatched. Blind
Been taken hostage by grim aliens/
You're taking commissions from them/
Writing love stories for the folks back home/
Going back to Homo sapiens/
Burning. Observation dome
Talking it out with your best friend/
While landing on the moon/
It's your first time there/
A penetrable dead end/
Yet you don't. Scared
All of your idols just suddenly died/
Who's left to look up to? /
Oh, why not improvise? /
Your face is long and wide/
And perforated. On both eyes
And now you can't even think.
Am I wrong? /
You won't. You'll sink.
You've drowned a lung/
You've stapled your heart to your eyes.
And cried it dry/
You shout your pretty lies.
And breathe a sigh/
You're hyperventilating in space.
You're king of gravity/
It brutally crushed your face.
No stability/
No ground to walk on.
Stand up/
Falling, gone.
A tree chop/
Right in your sense of happiness.
Brain damage/
Tidy your mind mess.
A bleak homage/
I'm done.
YOU ARE READING
Necker Cubed Brain.
PoetryFinished! About: Three-dimensional feelings messing with my brain and with yours too. Take a bowl of alphabet soup and let's drown in there together. Enjoy