Hallucinations

Jaws bound by barb wire

Thoughts bouncing in skulls of playdough

Your arms are one metre long

Tobacco never absent

Unafraid by the moment

Make a hobby not a habit

Touch my toes, I see purple

My face peeling off with warmth. inner skin tickling

Rapid, intense emotional swings

Our body's concrete

Flashbacks and the bathroom swallowed you whole

Were you the devil all along? Are you the devil

Make a hobby, not a habit

A profound distortion in a person's perception of reality

Typically accompanied by a powerful sense of reality

A sensory experience in which a person can see, hear, smell, taste

Or feel something that is not there

You were flying, I was crying

Swinging from the handrail on the train

You become a contemporary Romeo

It yields speed and distance, but not depth

Velocity more often an enemy than friend

You were flying, I was crying

It's a hobby, not a habit

Half a tick tack neck cracks, I'm free

Can you touch your toes?

Unafraid by the moment

Make a hobby not a habit

They said you need help

I don't have the time to hold your mind

I see your suffering in bed for days

Don't look if you're frightened

It's a hobby not a habit

The need to seek more

Why are my feet so cold?

I see your suffering

It's a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit

Don't make it a habit