High

I feel...



Distantly comfortable.  Allowing

the ripples of the cold grey water

carry me into a unknown of

imagination.  Slipping gently under

the cuddle, pleasantly demented,

giggling away the sins. Only to accept

the praise and admiration of

dreadful inspiration.



I feel...



 Forever lost. Cherishing

a world so dreary and dark. Seeing

through the eyes of a sinner

and feeling every ounce of pain

Unleashed mercilessly. Only to accept

the pleasure of suffering and

the orgasmic thrill of

the kill.



I feel...



Arrogantly mad.  Worshipping

the superciliously sacred line

of derangement.  Slithering

slowly off the tree of

pure insanity and addiction to

the rush of being a god.

Only to accept it's full

library of knowledge and

magnifyed cognition.



I feel...