I'm just gonna slip out the door;
A Freudian slip.
I keep nothing to myself;
I don't even have a subconscious.
It keeps nothing from me -
I'm sure I secretly wish to destroy myself.
Listen to your subconscious
And close your ears.
Shut your mouth.
Filter the light which passes through your pupils;
Paint it pink; purple -
A more rosy shade of all your deepest turmoil.