Syndromes Down The Rabbit Hole

My unseated vertigo overtly strong
As the walls become infinite long
My senses are leading me wrong
They all collapse to cover oblong
The colors flash back-and-forth
Light-to-dark, my focus dearth
I’ll break my brain, just like a hearth
Down the rabbit hole

I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine

Vast, empty chasm of fear
The focus fluctuates never being clear
The echoes continue at beck-and-call
I close my eyes and begin to fall
My brain triggers monatophobia
Like a craving for anesthesia
My bloody pulpit of media
Down the rabbit hole

I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine

I start to think just like Cotard
But deep down I know a Canard

My emotional response; Is triggering fears
The cost reality; Is just tragic tears
Falling and screaming; The silence is neat
Imaginary death; Never seemed so sweet
Leaving echoes of flailing pain
Learning lessons from bleeding rain
Falling down the track train
Down the rabbit hole

I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine

I see – future – hatred – painful
Eating – killing – tearing – filling
I know – it’s all – just real – to me
I know – it’s real – I know – it’s real

I start to think just like Cotard
But deep down I know a Canard