Vivid game graphics

Penta-chromatic scenes

Large decorations,

Queer imitations.

Who rendered this beautiful mess?

LSD? No.

Insomnia? No.


But I have them all.

This simplicity,

This obscurity,

A blissful fiery trance

Barely a disease.

The sane can beat it

Yeah, all of you, go away.

All visions, delusions,

Mine and mine alone.

But these pictures fade

To black, distant aches.

Who can snap out of it?

But then, who wants to, anyway. . .


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