I was spiked today

[Elijah Morteron]

I don't know how to write this. It felt like yesterday I was dead, or at least so much a part of me was dead that I floated along a river that was not unlike the journey to the final end.

I don't know what drug struck me, my vision swept through pinks and red and blues and greens and every colour under the sun, I knew not witch way to look. I had to keep telling myself. This is not real. Count to three and it will all be over.

But each time I thought it would end, it just continued. I sank into floors, I was swept into walls, I heard my own voice echoed a thousand times or more back at me each time I tried to say even the simplest of words.

I saw the most unforgiving mirrors to my own life, and saw there things I should even now, even in the starkest, bleakest, horror of it all, still think foremost in my morning thoughts, and therefor shy away from this decrepit mortal shell of terribleness.

I saw that dark self there, staring back at me, admist the pink and orange and the azure sky, mocking me in it's self control, in it's power. Everything I hated stared at me and tried to pull me into and upon myself.. I sank in bedsheets, was pulled into nothing, more times than I can remember. I saw too many things.

Even now I feel shaken.

Mere words can't discribe what I've seen. or what's tomrmenting me even now, what lies behing those satrk coal burning eyes that look unto themselves.

I have seen death, but more.

I have seen each part. Nay each dark half of what we call a soul. I have weighed humanity. And I have found at least myself wanting. And still the affteraffects linger. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. What is a mind to do?

But spell out all that is wrong. My skin is still red!![/i]