Your A Little Off

"What's going through your mind?"

An idea, slowly dragging, floating
No legs, no heart. no eyes, but blinking
Like looking at a reflection on glass
Mirrored yet translucent
It makes this noise
Like fingernails on a guitar string
Throbbing to a horrific beat
Someone please turn him down

Eventually it'll blossom into something beautiful, or something even worse
You win some, you lose some