Through filtered moonbeams
                         you wrestle with invisible
                                       demons

                       Their speech is ancient
                     monotone garble stroking
                              brain molecules

                      Sipping at their words
                      as if it were the finest
                                    wine

                       Your essence is overtaken
                       with intoxicated emotions
                           stirring no passion

                        Human qualities run in fear
                    as you stumble through inhuman
                                     dimensions

                         Your screams are muted
                       as your lips become sealed
                                       in flesh

                         Locked in a paranoid prison
                       you've accepted your inevitable
                                             fate

                         Day and night have become one
                         having chosen your best friend
                                catatonic dementia...