Escaping Review

Unsettling accounts of the days gone by, My nerves do not mount to a hill of beans, But, I am screaming out the days, The days of meaning the days of numb. Unsettling words the count the stars, My vision blurs the world unseen by martians, But, i am screaming out dictionarys, The dictionary is putting out words. Unsettling feelings that rumble in the seat, Counting the reelings of the bumps on my head, But, I stand again and again dizy at first, falling at last, Falling in to the darkest oblivian I must escape to Orian.