I’m a chameleon
Mind and body changing for no explainable reason
Shifting with day and night
Or just a look into a hall of mirrors

Because mirrors are deadly
They’re carnivals of confusion
Here to dominate spirit
Like a mental murder-go-round
Lightly whispering emotions
Chipping away at minds more fragile than even themselves
They tell me, “You know this is wrong”
They’re right, the reflection is wrong
I can’t see myself in it
I see a boy, with eyes stolen from a little girl
Locked in a forgotten prison
There’s no doors and no walls
No lock and no key
She breathes smoke, in and out
Surrounded by anesthetic fog and paralytic pills
Numbness is her bittersweet disease
Lungs filtered by white paper
Unintelligible nonsense blares to see if there’s a pulse

“Don’t know, I don’t know, I dunno. What’s going on?!”
My mind is a crazy train made of stardust
It floats like a space oddity
Too many thoughts that don’t exist
Never to be understood
I’m not sure if I’m a lad insane or Aladin Sane
I might just be the man who sold the world
Or a girl selling daydreams to herself

She broke her way into my temple through my temples
I asked her “Who sent you here”
“Us from the future and fiction”
“What do you want?”
“To sell you another world, between your heart and headspace. Your twilight zone.”

She only deals at dusk
Because sunsets are a mess
The sky cries and it’s makeup runs down it’s face
And night comes like an unwanted layer of skin
But before that, for a few hours
The black bleeds from my hair
To give way to her red
And for a heartbeat she can breathe in the real world