Necker Cubed Brain.

People Talking in the Cinema

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.