Delirium

 

I am side-winded
with a brain
designed
like a distorted picture
spinning.
tumbling,
I could use
some sunshine
injected
into my serotonin levels
as my melatonin
starts to medicate misery

the feeling of shrapnel

to the eardrums

drenched

in the blood-soaked colors

of sound

the crimson red

gushes from the lobes,

but I’m still smiling

still laughing

I may be deaf now,

but not dead yet

Sea-foam green

and chlorine blue

a scenery

with tinted visions

so I spin like scratched vinyl

damaged

constantly on repeat

until I start to leap

from the needle

pinning me to my surface

and crack to pieces