A Slow Dark Tunnel

by Poseur   Jun 30, 2011


Ecstasy rush. Mutation of time and space; quickly, unyielding. Blinding red, caught off guard, vulnerable.
Fade to black. Immersed in a maddening collage,
spinning, colors, patterns. Rise to find questions,
expired thoughts, hallucinations. More in store, tricks of the trade, mischief. Addiction, domination,
overpowering.
Loss of control, a slow dark tunnel. Strength gives out.
Nothing endures.
Total annihilation.
Drum beats fade,
the bitter line becomes straight. A drone
lingers till what remained

withers away.

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