A poem inspired by Delirium from the Netflix series (and book) called Sandman.
I saw the sky in pieces sharp and torn
It tasted like sugar, but it stung like scorn
The ground was laughing it swallowed my shoes
The flowers whispered secrets I didn’t choose
Dreams of broken colors spinning in my head
A carousel of chaos painting me red
I chase the rain but it runs like a liar
Dreams of broken colors burning like fire
I met a clock that ticked in reverse
Its hands were bleeding time like a curse
A mirror cracked and swallowed my face
Left me dancing in an endless spacee
Do you feel it breaking
The weight of all this waking
Dreams of broken colors spinning in my head
A carousel of chaos painting me red
I chase the rain, but it runs like a liar
Dreams of broken colors burning like fire
I’m the echo of a scream that never ends
The shadow of a world that bends and bends
Catch me in the static catch me in the haze
I’m a storm you’ll never trace
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