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Author: AntiPleasure
Fiction Rated: M - English - General/Angst - Reviews: 5 - Published: 09-20-05 - Updated: 09-20-05 - id:2010956
Endorphins

This is opiating my entire body -
and I am spun - I cannot sober up.
Whirl, whirl amphetamines increase,
filling up so hazy as I'm blacking out.
Amorphous blobs multiply, my fingers
are wan and so is my existense, flaws.

Reaching for a surface - but objects
form into askew images turned impalpable.
Wretched affliction, joyous elation is
releasing but dispersing into holes.
I look askance to the air, the atmosphere
becomes inured, hardened, able to see
sounds - to hear oblique pictures.
Reflections are being made, I have
gone completely blind and dumb.

Feelings, senses are reducing-
spun again, will I ever sober up?
Unbend, unbend - cannot unwind.

note: This, people makes absolutely no sense. I don't think you will understand unless you have done so, somany drugs. Then maybe you'll get it.


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