Kaleidoscope Optical

Through a kaleidoscope optical

I see prisms of silver shining over a crimson background

Rearranging the lines to induce psychosis

Am I human or just a void in this red room

Experiments of a god puppet

Strings of barbed wire being pulled

Do I have a soul or am I a figure in a glass jar

Through a kaleidoscope optical I see shards of sky

And the sun bloated out by white shapes in my peripheral

Hallucinating my sanity