It's near me and fulland I must smash it to survive;but as the liquid slides through the needlesheathed in my hand,the hit in my brain takes me.I am dying;a living horror of pseudo pleasures,but entombed in the folds of my mindthe deep silence briefly intoxicates,before synesthesia of lightbecomes a cacophony of soundand fearing harsh reds,screaming yellowsand agonising blues,I close my eyesto see another me of former beautyand we stare as if each the reflection of vanity.She pities mebut I laugh in her faceas she sheds cloned images;advancing as a distorting hoardintent upon my self destruction.
For those lucky enough to escape from their habit, researchers are coming to understand the benefits of taking hallucinogenic drugs for therapeutic reasons, though is recommended, following a recently disorder called HPPD.
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