Reality fades and blurs away
into different shades of my imagination,
while I sipped, while I sway.

Walls drip and run in textures
that scream and pierce my sanity,
while I dilated, while I stricture.

The laws I decide and dictate
are controlling all forms of creation,
while I nodded, while I escape.

Life leaves me far behind,
as does remorse and agony
while I release, while I reclined.