It's flying and falling and crashing, being more real than ever and being buried alive, screaming and whooping and laughing and crying and not being able to make a sound. It's crazy and sane, angry and happy, black and white, pink and blue. All sorts of opposites and not-the-sames. I'm spinning, spinning, it's a ride, a merry-go-round, fun for the whole family.
Dark dark dark, the monsters are coming for me, for all of us, the carousel horses are coming alive with burning eyes, stamping feet, frothing mouths; the horses of the wraiths, the wild hunt, going to hunt me down, trample me, drag me down, make me immovable like them, I'll be stuck going round and round. Up and down.
Faces, faces everywhere, and not a drop to drink. Isn't that how it goes? Faces, I recognize them, but they're not the same. They're like the horses - burning eyes, sharp teeth, sharp teeth to tear at my flesh, tear out my throat, kill kill kill, crazy opposites, safe is unsafe notsafe nothing's safe. Drag me down, burn the skin from my flesh, burn the flesh from my bones, I'm dust, dust, nothing but ashes.
Falling flying falling, they tell me I'm going to heaven, but it burns like hell, I'm spinning spinning, everything's opposite, everything's off-kilter, I'm the opposite of everything and I'm breathing through my fingers, seeing through my voice, singing through my eyes.
Spinning screaming falling dying twisting burning faster faster fasterfaster...
...crash.