Dissociate

My chakras are dividing into the solar system, Bleeding black and cracking lines like sticks. The thorn that wreaks its time behind me, Left a scar and all I've to do is touch, And I'm in another room. My thoughts are gone and so is familiarity, I think I hear a distant voice but I'm not here, I don't know what here is, time is, when is? Flickering of past and present, in a room, I can not breathe. The bedroom turns into a bathroom where I stand, Even though I am sitting down beside you; And I'm reaching down into my blood again, That's trickling and showering to burn it all away. I hate this rancid place. I can't breathe and I want it to stay that way, Time is nothing of sequential lines to stain my mind, I hope it's dying while it's alive and forcing me, And as I stare off, can't talk, can't think a thought. I have completely lost myself.