Scotome Noir

I'm afraid to open my eyes
Static vision, blurry mind
One problem after another
Voices shake, tongues alter
To feel yourself floating
While your guts plummet to hell
It's really quite
The contradictory spell
And please
Please
I'm afraid to close my eyes
Shadows get left behind
Colors dance all around my mind
In a myopic ocular psychosis
I'm feeding in but nobody noticed
I've felt myself floating
And now I wait to plummet to hell
I've felt myself floating
And now I wait to fall back to hell
Please, please
Please, please
How can I tell you the truth when my mind is just a blank, white room?
I'm falling far behind...
Static vision, blurry mind
I'm waiting to open my eyes
I'm hoping this can all get left behind
But suddenly I've realized
Maybe this is all just in my mind
But still -