Discovering things you couldn't before
some bizarre form by the corner of your eye
is it there. is it not.
sounds are menacing that should be comforting
familiar faces look like satan
it's a confused whirl of a thousand thoughts
a weird exploration of senses
and all that is coming from you
seems like it's from another source
and it becomes lighter
like the translation of a million blinking stars
where reality is nowhere
and the monotonous tone
of a voice you shouldn't hear
consumes you
enlightens you
like the key to the locked door
you've been struggling to open forever
yet when you try to grasp it
it disintegrates
time and time
and time
again
