Chaos. I see chaos around me.
Everywhere I look, something is weird.

Too many coincidences happen to me,
For this to be real.

Fading glimpses of half-realities envelop me.
They shouldn't be, and yet they are.

I am floating through a hallucinogenic dream-state,
Induced by my normal existence.

Violent imagery surrounds me.
People act without reason.

Chaotic music sets the tone of my existence.
Time has no meaning.

Quentin Tarantino must have written my life.
Who else could it have been?

For the life that I created,
Has driven me insane.