Shard shadows

This is a mix of the side affects of ice.
Some apply to me or my friends.
Some are what I seen in a documentary called
Four corners ice documentary in you tube.
Worth a watch.

Shadows always surround me, they are everywhere.  Sometimes not visible, but always fucking there.  
  Voices everywhere its driving me insane, all whispering then shouting and calling out my name, over and over and over and over a fucking gain.  
   Trees that are transforming before my very eyes, from elephants to dinosaurs to dragons in the skies. All lead me to believe, my brain is telling lies. I really hope that I don't see anything else that fucking flies.  
 I'm always scratching and I dont know why, I think I can see things in my arm, but I can not trust my eyes.  
  These creatures are so small, they are so fucking thin. One bad batch of crystal meth, carried danger within.
These tiny bugs bury themselves under your skin, I wish that i could stop them all from getting fucken in.  
  The Ice bugs are controlling me, they show their heads so I can see, where it is they have been. So I can scratch and dig and pick every spot that I can see.
Damn you fucking ice bugs and damn your fucking queen.  
  How is it that I can feel, something that defies logic, and can't possibly be real.  
  So believe me when I say that using ice in any way will fry your brain for sure one day.
Financially and health wise, ultimately you will pay,  because the motha fucken ice bugs will never go away and the voices and hallucinations are here to fucking stay.  
  There is no god, no need to pray.
I've made my bed so here I'll lay.
Just one more time then I'll quit.
I promise this is my last hit.  

.......... I Lied..........