Why is this happening a slow descent into madness a careful plan spiraling out of control. Wishes gone draining down the sink leaving red lines in the ceramic bowl. Red lines in everything Bloodshot eyes like the veins in my body blue and red. I'm lying to my therapist right now, as i write this she thinks i'm doing work my parents do too what do they care. Expectations hold me above up up up into the air its not heaven up here its weighted flight with tied wings and shadowy clouds hell is empty and all the devils are here.