Sitting on this couch

I witnessed my best lamp turn into a goat

in these moments

With no troll for physical intervention

I truly fear me own chemistry

I had to go

It's a strange turn of events when ones mind can no longer be trusted

Even stranger when it comes so abrupt and uninvited

like an old friend with sandbox obligations

Fear in that I have no idea when I actually came unhinged

Relax

Retrace your steps

Find a time when these images actually made sense

When the sky had a less sinister muse

when life echoed humble

When stomach pain was a dull ache

now I sit here without a proper clue as to what comes next

Waiting for this shaken stutter to articulate properly

however with no soul for communication

I must finally face my own reflection

the last time I was here

I saw myself turn into an old man and decay properly

So fear resonates when I step onto cold tiles

I look into the mirror

my eyes say

"where have you gone?"

Don't do drugs

I rarely do

This was a reminder why I usually say no