Weird dimensions, of impossible planes. Odd projections, of mysterious state.

The less I harbor focus is the more that I'm alert.
Gaining ability to transcend the firmament.

I can see my eyes.

Lost, trapped inside my head, I need to coil my way out, caught inside my own bloodstream, nursing fear, and real doubts, the more that I manifest, the harder that I'm caught.
Virtually my enemy, but the only thing to help me down, I try to protrude out my veins but my temple is a steel house, constrained by what I think, but I can't change a single thought.

Drift, floating through synapses, snapping of the will to pass, as flashes of my past collapse around me, thrashing further, ashes fall from the dynasties fashioned from my time elapsed.
Shift, lasting fear expanding, dashing through my rationale, the action of my bastion crashing, paralyzing my reaction, the magic of human intellect, shattering like glass.

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