Damsel in Dystopia

Your skin goes from light pink to dark red
But I know its all chocolate inside your head
Singing a wind chimed coo going from dreamy to manic
I’ll watch you go into another kaleidoscopic panic

You are clinically insane in your own special way
But your outbursts vary from person to person and from day to day
Crashing face first into the bowels of heaven
You start handing out the issues you’re given

Your two toned eyes are spinning and your hair’s always a mess
A head trip waiting to happen, with a gothic case of PMS
Another damsel in dystopia with unlimited deprivation
And melancholy attrition tends to be your only salvation