The cherry-red walls quivered.
The technicolour carpet disintegrated into oblivion
Revealing the desolate wasteland
Smudged with black eyeliner
Its numb,wasted hands laced with traces of scarlet
still trembling from the shock

Reality SUCKS.

I've been blinded by blushing green mascara
Spectating through rose-coloured eyeshadow, Shivering in sensible white cotton
"I can't believe it!"
Spitting out the insults while restraining myself...gradually turning a detestable shade of blue with a hint of purple
like badly mixed bubblegum
and blueberry ice cream
Stabbing furiously at the angular monochrome vampire who haunts me relentlessly
or perhaps his barely translucent herbivorous beanpole veela
Ink spurting everywhere
like a fang through a diary
poison mixed with strange convoluted perverted thoughts
leaving nothing but a pile of wet paper

...and a deafening nasal drone.