Inside a room blacker than night itself
A window shatters suddenly.
The screaming pain stops.
And my tongue is lost for words as
Sounds resonate off the matte walls
While rainbows trickle down the crystalline
Pillars centered at each glowing corner
Of this death-stricken room.
My former imagination protrudes from its
Shell, as my thoughts and feelings are
Being pushed outward and into the light
Of day.
Emptiness fills me as I try to get up.
Looking around, I feel the presence of my
Thoughts dancing in midair.
Am I dead?
No.
Just insane.
