Searching Memory

"Are you high?"

"Did your friend give you drugs?"

It was the sole purpose I went down there for.

I lost more than I ever knew.

The walls defining the boundaries of reality melted,

and the ghosts of madness invaded my broken realm.

::searching memory::

I scared them you know...

the people in that hotel;

as I went round and round the table in the lobby.

It was in that moment of oblivion,

where all thoughts became nothing,

that I discovered spiritual death...

...the mutilation of my senses;

the 'gift' of the abuse of the substances.

[21:44|09.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter