The World Is My Funeral

My mind has plunged deeply into beyond. 

I'm not sure whether it is above or below

Or an arms length to the side,

But I am buried there. 

Slabs burden themselves upon myself,

Trying to release the weight of haunting melodies. 

A gnarled hand brushes my forehead 

And the world flips to black and white. 

I am upside down in a cracked globe, 

Buried deeply just under the surface.