Inverted Colors. Poem by Lynn El Amine

Went to the parlor last night
Baby cry
I'm Vincent Van Gogh
Did I get a piercing?

Band-aid where my ear used to be
But I'm actually glad
Got one more ear to go
So I'd better say goodbye
Better start smoking that dope…

Now I'm drinking my bottle
Giggling like a baby

I look at my incomplete face
Ha Ha!
I laugh
I beat you
I finally won against myself

I sleep
And the river is endless
My ear's veins are empty

Sick of words
I'm only a thought
Crazy hidden
Behind that fake I.D
Crazy or maybe
I am a fake I.D

My ear is speaking
Ear in a cup
Liquid leaking
Plain bad luck

The sea is angry
I like my new face
Hidden identity
I'm now here
I see a light
Or maybe a red fire
I don't know

Father, mother, bro
My ear is cut off
Out of my mind
You've all roamed

Summer or winter
Can't really remember
Everything is a chill
The sand, the sea, the sky

Full and curly hair
Not the real empty me
And I'm not in denial
I simply choose
The realities I want to believe

You offer me your hand
I crave what's in it
If you're not going to finish that
I'll save you from the burden
Gotta get rid of the pain
Of that missing ear...

My imaginary friend
Thinks you've got mental issues
Oh, wait
Did I say 'imaginary'?
Would've heard myself
If I had my ear
Guess I'm the one
With the mental disability

Vincent Van Gogh
Your club I join
Got you to thank
I've got my life to owe

'Tomorrow is a new day'
The lie I fail to inhale
Tomorrow could be a new day
But I'm still living in this less sunny shade

Am I the hero?
Equivalent to the victim
Only more balanced

Man in a white suit
An angel with an arrow stuck from behind
Judging me
And my missing ear
My lovely bind

Band-aid
Sunken wet
So I wait
Till I reach my cigarette
Smoke the fire
Breathe the ashes

Vodka and water
It's all the same
Strawberry juice
I'm Mary Jane

Can I still be sane?