-unspoken tribal

Spinning 
on my axis
twisting... ecstatic...
my countenance graced by neon shadows in the dark
as I writh to the beat of my heart.

Shooting
through the stained tile bathroom floor, following the tracks
the step: one two three pattern is an glowing etching upon my eyelids
and shining brightly on the plush carpet.

My eyes are jelly
rolled up into my head; veins straining to burst.

Animated
corpses? living dead, tripping over feet heavy with exhaustion
shirts tightly stained by their bloody toil.

Pinpoints
shades in my eyes swirling rapidly
my pupils absorbing the whirling colors
colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
        colors... colors...
                col...

Dropping
to the floor;
stone cold chaos set me free

        -sir piru... Halluci_Nati0n