Strobe lights flashing my pupils small enough,

my throats closing, I can't breathe

It's not my fault, I hadn't thought this would happen to me

Forest fires start as butterflies strut the sky,

As waves crash onto mountains and the fog forgets to open

I've no memory to cling on to,

Withering, a soothing blue

The rain that formed from my eyes

The hands tightened out of pride

This life choked up and out of me

Though I can see that I am free

But why did it happen to me

Gone in madness

Breathless sanity

A mental calamity.