Frantically running through the catacombs of peril So far from hollow A nightmare interpreted into something so beautiful Flooding your senses like tsunami of light Inferiority races through your veins Monumental photographic memory Converted into self-inflicted amnesia The flowers grow in a perfect circle Displaying harmony and content As you pick each one A part of you dies Like each perfect blossom Inferiority races through your veins Never to surface without warning again