Psychedelic terror

Autobiographical nightmare of mine. And, Claustrophobic feeling of society that terrifies me.

 Wrinkles on my brain.
They suppress the screams
of the lucid echo, that is tagging along me.

Tap.

Smoke.

Weeping.

I woke up and found myself sleeping still.
I heard my friends' laughing drill.
I felt my sweat leaking through the sorrow.

Tap.

Smoke.

Scream.


Now it was too late -
My dreams were far gone already.
I was behind the horizon.