Tryptachem

Slight sliver's of madness pierce upon pineal

Four walls wrapped

Destruction at the heels.

I kissed a cloud goodbye,

Exhaling diamond dust.

Third eye shined, 

Ascension climbed,

A belt of prisms shove.

I lowered down all guard

Then lost control of self,

Melted colors take the wheel

Cinematics move in head.

So then the muscles fade,

Tightly gripping on.

Six minutes in, is a year with them

Laying lizard, where ripples yawn.