Falling Ill

Subtle yet serious, all the while thinking I slipped into depression. I did not buy a ticket through these gates nor did I see them. My thoughts are thinking my imagination into life or my perception is real. Lower than the bottom is how I feel. Trespassing insanity or trespassing in sanity. I take pills to correct a chemical imbalance. Diagnostic devestation and a reprise visit Misconceptual visits with ones self. Relaying information through the gateways and further south Fits of rage left me sullen and weary. I slept through both day and night. Only to awake in confusion with the new day. Nothing short of good in a false reality is where my time stood still All now corrected by a little pill.