Monochrome rainbows, threads of insanity;
winding slowly across your neck in loops.
Oblique signs on the road ahead,
the world is twisted, bent and in ruins.
Left and right, everywhere you turn,
its straight ahead to doom, straight on to gloom.
Everybody you knew, everybody you hated knowing,
blankly stare into the emptiness that is becoming you.
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