Shoot me up
Kind Sir
Take me away from this
Hellhole
And show me a
Real world
Fabricated is fine
Sublime, even
I do sometimes long for my addled mind to
Cease existing
To feel like everything is bordering on the
Pristine
And more
Even though this is an illness which my girlfriend has long since come to
Abhor
Colours infuse
‘Til they create
A blue hue
Serendipitous right now
About to be encircled by a
Glorious cloud of hope
