I suppose

The urge to run crawled rapidly up my spine..
Like a scared wolf with his tale down I started to run..
There where no surprise in the fact that I stood still.. In the wast dark forest I was cold..
The marijuana cigarette made it worse, it made me more paranoid..

Was it the martians?   My space suit could puncture in any minute.

The sun I tell you.. the clouds and everything it makes my mouth feel sour...

Still I'm cold .. thinking of the ecstasy makes me want to vomit.. and the speed just made me talk shit..
Then the lights blue and red with a shade of purple and green rocketed into space and the bass just raped my head It literally banged my head...  

Is it still here? The fear?

The voices wont leave me alone.. They are disguised as my family and people I know man..

I started laughing in the dark, all alone, weak and with a head filled with just wast emptiness of space between the things that actually suppose to be there, black matter its called I suppose.

Reality is gone and the abstract colors off it are slowly melting together..

Like a grey oily color with a beige tone and those spikes that come of it. I started to vomit.

I shivered madly and in disgust of the man that walked beside me.. I took it upon myself to gently disarm him and get right up behind him. I'm going to do it, try to stop me. The blood started to boil in my veins, I felt slightly warmer but couldn't control the urge to just brutally beat him to death. Couldn't control my breathing anymore I inhaled and exhaled  rapidly, faster and faster. There were something about that man beside me that made me angry.

My eyes where black as I walked up in front off him.

There's no turning back when your eyes turn black. When I got closer I noticed that he also was mad, angry and stood in the same position I did. It started to shine a red light from his skin and that light transformed into a shape of flames behind bars. I sat there in the vast emptiness of space between the things that actually suppose to be there, black matter its called I suppose.

The fear of a fucked up mind that's turning sour with shades of brilliance at times as a disguise of the man that's lost in all that black matter.