Down at the Ward

The cortex would fracture, synapses misfired. What I perceive will never transpire. If you're not a demon then why can't I leave? The language you're speaking makes no sense to me. Up in my caverns, close in on these mandlebrot patterns. Just long enough to know I'm lost in m mind. If these windows should shatter, let the chaos thereafter contain the equation to explain this lapse in time. My journey to ascend was just a trip to the deep end. The earthly veil was torn away, stranded in a quantum space.