Asylum

Sick obsessed With being the best Tired of dressing up To throw it up The sky fell before me Me eyes could not see The effect of existentialism On my pearlescent dreams Juggling possibilities In a fishbowl of relativity Drawing sketches of phantoms I've seen somewhere before Whispering secrets to a nameless friend Who never answers in the end Chucking it up to faith Hoping my friend isn't a wraith I give my all to the unseen Believing I'm somehow sane In an asylum of shame.