Lose your mind.
Find your place.
Let the chaos breed.
Disintegrate any notion of control.
Watch as your toes bleed from the tightrope you walked.
So terrified of being consumed by doubt, resolved to hide honesty from reflection.
How wasted your time must feel knowing the choice to strain was yours.
Feel order play tricks on your sanity.
There is no control.
Illusions once shattered will always remain in shambles.
Cut your hands gripping the loss if the pain will bring comfort.
The stability you knew was tentative will still quake as your feet fall.
Give way to the tilt and know a truer, more terrifying reality.
Mental Ground 