A bad trip and a lost friend
Roll it, light it, inhale deeply, and
don't let any smoke out. Feel
your throat burn and watch
the tears escape from your
Within minutes, you feel a bit nauseous, and
the walls that surround you start breathing to
the sound of your increasing heartbeat.
Fluttering profusively, you can hear it beat, as
the dull colors become
more vivid, and your own
reflection starts to become
your own worse enemy.
The distorted face you see before you
starts to worry you, for
you think it's a mere reality,
and the people you surround yourself with
start to act a little peculiar and suspicious,
almost as if they're not who they say they are.
Panic subsides as you close
your eyes and take in
the beauty that you have created.
It's intricate shapes and flawless
colors leave you starstruck and in
disbelief. It never dies nor
diminishes, it just continues
to build and change within the
space continuum, like a rare painting,
always manifesting new meanings and ideas.
This is what you wanted, right?
A hit and a trip to pleasure island?
This colored smoke makes you feel euphoric,
and all your pain goes away, as if it never
really existed. You become all knowing and
see through the people that sit before you.
You are limitless. Nobody can touch you.
But as your final hour commences, you
take a turn for the worse.
Sweat drips down your
face, and that little shake on the
lower part of your arm won't go away.
Rage and hunger start to
rain down on you,
like a ton of bricks. What a
strange sensation this is?
You're not who you were an
hour ago--you're possessed.
Everything you've been
taught as a child
fails you at this
very moment in time.
Your friend looks rather
tasty, and with a loud snap,
the blood from
his neck is
in the palm of your hands.
Loud screams and cry's
for you are just a
drone, trying to feed
his insatiable hunger.
Sirens draw near,
but what can they do?
The look on your victims
face has already turned black and blue.