Madness.
Crumbling.
I'm breaking down.
The walls around me turn upside down.
I'm climbing up them - clutching now.
The paint on them wearing thin.
I miss the smell of freshness - the aroma they once had.
I can't hide the blemishes with fifty new cans.
I have fallen victim to one of life's favorite scams.
It seeps through your pores, leaving you bored.
Crawling out but the skin won't break.
A rush of red fills my face,
and just like that:
I'm lost inside of my own place.
