Hallucination
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(I would step outside before looking in)
In the end you will find
Only the witness as he stands:
Open, bare to the world,
Among it, of it, a part,
Once again, she flashed a sneer at me.
This time, shrewd and deeper than the sea.
Her flimsy frame and aghast eyes.
A trace of delirium and a mix of fright,
I wondered what made her so delusionally dark,
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant?
It's all I have ever asked of someone.
How is someone to be omnipresent?
They cry "all hail the one and only son."
Wait
Slow it down
Stop
Let my mind catch up
Ache
Something missing
Burn
My lungs squeeze helplessly
Jack O’ Lantern spooking its yellow-tinted beams of augmented light at me
Augmented reality, an alteration, no, an altercation of what is deemed to be real
By the people that my conscious mind detects and me…
I woke up in a squalid room. My head is aching and I can't remember anything from the night before. I'd taken too much oxycoden, because I tried to lessen the pain of my life that has gone to shit.
What is this I see today?
What is that I hear?
There isn't anything there you say?
You're telling me you can't see her?
Perhaps I'm going crazy;
Yes I'm certainly a nut!
But perhaps, just maybe,
You feel it coming,
You always do.
The creepy crawlies are coming for you.
They itch, you scratch,
