the opposing vectors of everything

Heads of inanimate objects start to rotate.

Not counter or clock-wise,
But their faces look to the ceiling then through their bodies back to you.

So fast,
Its slow.

Shadows cast by the light from the outside of the confines,
They portray themselves to the very surface of the wall.

As they come to life,
Your brain starts to churn and you feel the shrinking and emptiness expand.

You are a hamster in a cage,
With profound confusion.

The walls let them transform to their wants,
Figures of lost time appear to be 2 dimensionally real.

The light becomes dark,
And the dark becomes light.

Your brain is also the same.

Opposite outcomes of thoughts cause them to stand above you with opposing colors of black and white.

You are now walking on the ceiling,
And the room has the reaction like a stomach vomiting out its life,

Its almost like breathing,
Yet no pattern is developed.

The figures continue to grow,
Then they start to talk in a tongue known to none.

They are now the light,
And the dark shines in.

The world is in negative mode.

It is blinding.

They start to bite and claw at you,
Your eyes are breaking your facial bones.

You have tunnel-vision,
Your pupils start to expose themselves to a needles point.

They start to grab hold of every hair on your body,
They pull each until they hold you by them.

They carry you into the light to disappear to their world of opposing vectors of everything.

It would now be dark instead of light.

They leave no trace of ever existing,
No one will ever know.

Until the opposing vectors of everything start to expose themselves.

Believe they are real and they will vanish.

Believe they are false and they will show you what truth is!