Illness

Each night- crawling through my hallucinations. Alone in my loss of inhibitions. A thunderous panic attack. Would turn me silent. My ears are all static. Frenzied and heightened. Each day is a chance to become enlightened. But with a fresh blackout each day. I would lose time- and shadows would sway. Every alternative seems worse. As if behind each door there is a new curse. There is a renewed numbness after each thrill. Reality churns and I become more ill!