Is this for you a madness true? We must find out, do not kick or shout~ Let's let the madness descend....
Realer than the realest scream shrieking into your left and out your right. It begins quite innocent, your mind's descent still lowly you go in the acrid stench. Your sensitivities perk and sizzle then pummel down to a grizzly pulp. Your eyes begin to cry a milky film, a sick white goo for which to see through as objects appear like silhouettes. Outlines are faceless, places are nameless ~ a ghastly ghostly hollow view.
The horror begins to penetrate your skin, tightens around your brittle spine ~ magnetizing your jello brain, your texture has now become insane. Yet lower and lower you let yourself go, you've left behind everything that you know and crept in its place a circus freak show.
You surely would scream for help but the echoes are piercing your hollow shell in which you dwell grows a thickly and prickly personal hell ~ hardens to form your prison.
This story is cautionary, be very weary and please do not go to this lowly low. It's not so enticing but rather its frightening now that you know how this gruesome ride goes.