Astronomy

Dealing, I'm always just dealing
Strewn about, pulled too thin
Thinking about what’s about to rip
"I think I know you from a past life"
Being cautious, always watching my back
I’ve been attracted to you like a fly to a mucus trap
I’ve always been wrestling your internal pain
Woke up from dreams where I undressed you from a priestly gown
I played with dangerous toys and suffered a catastrophe
It began with deafness and shut me down, now with dreadful shrieks
The lights go out, the house shakes and implodes on itself
Concave-mirrored walls, my own head has bred its very own version of distress