there's something going on here

the gardens smells sweet

oh it looks wonderful

everything is so pristine

but things differ in pictures

it's like a stage, everything is a prop

and the smell creeps up on me

while i sleep a succubus feeds on me

i feel dizzy

i get vertigo in here

let me write that down

hold on where's my pen 

my vision's stained 

by scratched-up glasses

heavy pockets

heavy sockets

wait wait hold on,

my phone my

ok, I'm coming

wait, no no i think i should

stay,

what's changed?

I'm trying to talk to you,

keep talking to me

please keep asking me where i am

what I'm doing

because there's something going on here

because there's something going on here

this ink in my hand

wrapped without plan

but i knew this would happen

what did i say

what did i say i would do?

i remember there was something

there was something

when is it

no no, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 is it 

am i supposed to do something

elsewhere?

what is going on wait hold on

wait,

pull me back

pull me back

vines creeping 

round me back, wrapping themselves around my chest my wrists

pulled back, sucked back

my body is cast

it's not there,

of course it's not what am I saying

this has got to be a joke i can 

walk just as i can

stay,

stay, stay i need to

lay