BRAIN, DREAMS AND VEINS

My head is a cluster of dreams,
Separated I am from them by a merciless glass,
Yet they are in me,
Oh! I wanna break this modular cheat,
As I try I hear inside my head,
Buzz of my brain growing louder and louder,
Cutting my brains till my dreams fade.

There is a bird battering against my chest,
Plucking it's white feathers bloody.

Then it breaks,
But not the Janus face,
I thought it looked like scattered pieces of watermelon
And the butchered bird.