An intoxicating room swirls before my eyes

Am I dead? Or am I alive?

I feel the GREEN coursing through my veins

Leaving inside me cold spots and hot stains.

But the music keeps playing in my head

And I can’t move, I feel like lead.

A fiery red wall glares at me

And drunk pianos are twirling, carefree.

Maybe it’s that time again

Maybe it’s time to feel less pain.

Curly white keys will keep my senses awake.

And from their melody, happiness I shall take.

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