I am everywhere at the end of space
Starting to believe that the fire in my eyes
Gives me the purpose to give myself life
And fear the feeling of starting again
Am I sad
Or do I just think that I'm sad
And if I can make myself sad by thinking I'm sad
Can I fly away by dreaming I'm that
Or will I just think that I'm stuck and I'll sink
To the bottom of the perfectly flat surface of my life
And ignore the fact that I should have rhythm
And ignore the fact that I should not die
Just because I feel that I should not die

I am the event horizon between colour and sound
My eyes are peeled until the science is found
Behind every tear drop that I imagine could fall
Because I'd rather imagine my fear than feel it
Am I mad
Or do I just think that I'm mad
And if I can make myself mad by thinking I'm mad
Can I love by thinking I can love
Or will I just continue to fall from above
To the bottom of the top of a dimensionless canyon
And indigo sails from feelings of pleasure
Or do you?
Jumping is not jumping, the world is just moving down and then back up
Because every human is the center of the universe
And you are fixed
But I'm not fixed
Because a long long time ago tomorrow I broke
And that fractured my fifty spines
And broke through time, but time as a smell
Like bread
Because you raise me

Me, an actual living replica of myself
Will do battle with her own eyesight
Day after day as I wage war on mirrors
Each reflection a clone, more perfect than the last
I'd rather die than be dead
Because dying is what I wish every day
But death is the ending that turns me away
And with that fact deep in my head
Is it really the death that I want?
Or is it the feeling of revenge
Upon the earth
For giving me life in the first place.