Despite what people might think, this isn't complete gibberish. I wrote it when my head was feeling very clogged up.

It’s twilight, but it’s only five am

The darkness of the night walks upon me like a stranger

Words are falling from my lips. I don’t know what I’m saying

The nervousness in my blood is popping out like pills

I’m bleeding a rainbow neon.

I can’t speak. I can’t move.

The red lanterns, strung upon my own sanity are falling and crashing

To the floor, flames bursting out and trapping everyone in the

Party

The party

Nobody will survive

Because nobody chooses to survive

Burning

Burning

It’s only a party

And subconsciously

We choose to die

And we choose to fail

But not me

Not me

Not me

My blood will be water

Extinguishing every trace of anger

Every psychotic trace

And the road to healing will be paved with

cerulean stars

the color of God's beautiful eyes

And maybe one day,

The lanterns will be strung up again

Lit with new lights

And all the charred grounds will fade away on their own