Music for the Insanity

Traumatic (is) the sun as it gives the day a horrible taste.
But as (this) is not the warm yellow but a cold grey.
I feel the warmth instead burn my skin into sad dust.
Descending down upon into the hands of Gods.
(The) sounds of motion and vibrations start and I hear the waves whisper to me.
Leading me (only) to travel away, reciting recycled tunes.
Leaving the insecurities, finding a (way) to escape.
Sinking into the rhythmic melody that rids off the storm.
All in order (to) navigate away from the hurricanes.
The hourglass continues to (break), glass digging into my skin.
Pulsing throughout the weak system until every vacuum
Collapses on itself in a raised-fist cacophony.
Now press repeat and fall (away).