The Tesseract, Part I

i am in the fourth dimension there is no way out i can hear darkness and i can taste my past it tastes like... cereal on a morning with four feet of snow a mourning yes, and lace curtains laced in my living room in my nice, cozy living room i am in the fourth dimension the one-eyed capricorns can see through cameras into my bedroom i better be careful with what i say to myself i am in the fourth dimension i have seven voices but no one can hear the second or the third, or the fourth, or the fifth, or the i am in the fourth dimension this is nothing like hell this is nothing like heaven i am in the fourth dimension i've experienced experiences i've never experienced and they were all very nice, except i've never experienced them so they weren't that great i am in the fourth dimension i have repeated the same ten seconds three hundred and sixty-five times and i've taken showers with machines the machines zapped me, but that's okay i still have eyes i am in the fourth dimension the tesseract ate me it felt good but now i desperately need to die i am in the fourth dimension where you live forever and where you never die