LSDreams

Like a dark addendum to a twisted seal of fate:
The flowers wilt, the sky turns purple, existence reflects.
The painted eye and the studded tongue,
The synapses so overloaded with induced imagination.
Somewhere between green and left, the sky begins to fall,
The open faces turn and run, the closed minds self-destruct.
Reality is a projected tangent, life in 15 dimensions.
It's getting later, time is wasting, nothing's finished;
The paintings are hyperventilating, why are they breathing so loud?
Where did the floor go, am I falling or jumping?
Questions, questions, sound is disappating.
The tide is changing, pulling colors with it.
Everything is bleeding, all the souls of all the shepards.
Physical connections, irrelevant, nonexistent.
Irises pulsating, blurred conception is all-consuming.
Drifting, drifting, a river of anticipation, perception;
Ripping open inside your skull, an abyss, a torrent of rage.
No hand-holds, no control, no light, NO AIR!
Suddenly, cyclones of emotion, vibrant, interacting;
Throw yourself away, give yourself up, the stream is neverending!
Deeper, deeper, Styx inverted.
So float away, float away, let yourself be ripped apart.
There's no fighting it, honestly.