It's like moving through water,

Drowning in still,

Cornered in sanity,

By piles of pretty colored pills,

The world's moving slower,

The Earth flush beneath,

Strapped to the stratosphere,

Hung by the feet,

Losing all self control,

Clouding the mind,

Vision so hazy,

Must be going blind,

Universe tilts on its axis,

Can't stand up straight,

Drained of all energy,

Pulled down by the weight,

Staring at the ceiling,

The colors too bright,

Music's too loud,

Something's not right,

Feeling heavy like a stone,

Beaten on by rain,

Forced to the floor,

But somehow not in pain,

Logic is gone now,

Completely out of touch,

But every synapse is screaming:

You took too much.

Thought it'd be a good time,

Thought it'd be a high,

Never thought that this would be,

What it's like to die.