Lucid


Lights down low,
dimmed and Smokey
distorted feeling, running through me.
Kaleidoscope images on the ceiling
You're in my head.
It's in my head.

My heart is aching,
my mind is racing,
blood-stained hands push against me.
You're in my head.
It's in my head.

I go outside and write with the colors
of the kaleidoscope images I see.
I lay down on cloud 9,
tracing the shapes with my shaking hands.

The colors above are pulling me.
The trees and sky go by.
Blood-stained hands push against me.
You're in my head.
It's in my head.
I hope it's in my head.

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