Dealing I'm always just dealing Strewn about, pulled too thin Thinking about what's about to rip "I think I know you from a past life" Being cautious, always watching my back I've been attracted to you like a fly to a mucus trap I've always been wrestling your internal pain Woke up from dreams where I undressed you from a priestly gown I played with dangerous toys and suffered a catastrophe It began with deafness and shut me down, with dreadful shrieks The lights go out The house shakes and implodes on itself Concave-mirrored walls, mirrored walls My own head has bred its very own version of distress Distress, distress Distress, distress