Wait a minute. Can't you see what this pain has done to me. I'm alive, but I'm sleeping. What you see, I cannot see. And maybe you'll think before you speak.
A veil of sparkling white soothes and bathes me in the light. It fills me with the suns and visions of the ancient ones. . Descend to me, and soothe my disarray.
This is an anchor for my anger, battery for my brain. Rebirth in this resistance recharge, rewrite, refrain. This is an issue of contempt I'll see it through.