Intoxication* of what had evaporated before my eyes,
I was beaming more than headlights on a foggy night.
reflections of what I had done were instilled in thought.

Collected in black and white stillness, a collage of
madness was instilled within each frame.
ecstasy of perceptions now bathed in a crimson glow.

Was it an institute of pleasures that hung over my
being? No exhilaration of what was a repercussion
of glee that they had perceived, denial of actions.

Some now not outliving my disagreement  of actions,
relaxation pooled in my consciousness.
Lessons were paved with tranquillity of my surroundings.

They took my possession, teddy was my only friend,
bliss was upon my reactions as I cuddled teddy.My poor
little one they got blood on you, no one will take you again.