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!
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