A halogenic chandelier that crystalizes thirst   Cookie-cutter smiling faces all about to burst   Disembodied voices speaking trivialities   Subjects, objects, predicates that circle around with glee      Can't you see   This place ain't right for you or me, concede   It ain't what we thought it'd be, believe   The walls around my mind are caving to fear   And I don't want to die here      Incoherent babble like a multiscreen TV   Permeates the room like salt that permeates the sea   Ruby saffron haze; I turn to windows for advice   Curtains cascade soft parade; my eyes have turned to ice      Green (green)   A social scene of subjects that I've never seen   Blue (red)   A backyard shed just might be calling my name   Purple (gray)   A fuschia play, heroes made of paper mache   Orange (pink)   I don't think I was meant to play this game