[ WP ] Overdosing on hallucinogens , you slowly descend into a maddening , nightmare-ridden inner world , where inner demons try to destroy you spiritually and mentally , and inner angels try to raise you up on a higher spiritual and mental plane of existence .

Spinning in my head and dizzy. Everything is.... moving, shifting just slightly. Colors are more vibrant but all the sounds are skipping, like a scratched record. Over and over again you see the same things, just ever shifted so slightly. This ca n't be normal, can it? 
 
 Spinning in my head. Closing my eyes does n't help, much. Behind my eyes only the colors show. A kaleidoscope against the black, shifting and turning, ever changing. 
 
 CRASH! I've fallen to the floor, my legs do n't work. What are hands? I can move them and grab things, turning them over and over. Now I'm hugging the floor, soft.... What is a floor? 
 
 Spinning in my head. Voices now.... Mean voices, nice voices, mean voices. 
 
 `` They know, everybody knows. They're going to laugh at you. They're going to make fun of you. Everybody knows you're out of control.'' Whispers from the black. 
 
 My eyes are open, what are eyes? What is that?! Soft. I'm warm under my blanket. Safe. 
 
 New voices, `` It's all going to be okay. You will be fine. This is nothing to fear, my dear. Relax. Relax.'' 
 
 `` They know. Everybody knows. You belong in the muck, stay here with us, this is where you want to be. You have things here. Nice things! Expensive things. This is where you belong. In the muck. Nobody will want you now, now you're here.'' 
 
 Fuzzy blanket, moving like water, feels like, like. Like.... Eyes closed. 
 
 `` HEY! Stay awake. You're stuck here now.'' Raise my hand to rub my eyes, that's a chore. Use the blanket instead. So soft. 
 
 `` Just let go, you'll be fine with us. Take my hands.'' What are hands? Hands are warm. Hands are, white? Blue? Pink? Yellow? Colors everywhere. What is, life? Life is, cold, warm, love. 
 
 Whispers. 
 `` Life is hell. You're in hell, and you belong here. Stay here with your things. Stay.'' 
 
 `` NO!'' Talking is hard. Gripping my head hurts. Too many colors! 
 
 `` Let go, come with us.'' Nice voices, singing. Singing. What is the world? Outside, I think there are things, outside. Things like, water. Water! `` I need water.'' 
 
 Dark laughter, `` You're fine, come back to the black.'' 
 
 Crawling is slow, where am I now? Lost. So lost. No! What is this? Houses have... rooms! This is the blue. No. Yellow. No. Green. Yes. Food room. 
 
 The floor is, waving. Like an ocean. Big blue, cold ocean. No, green. Green. 
 
 Dark laughter. 
 
 `` Come outside, child. We will show you the way.'' Warm words behind my black eyes. Outside? Right! Keep crawling, swimming, flying, dancing. Outside. 
 
 `` They'll know! Everybody will know! Do n't go out there, stay here with us, stay here in the muck. Stay here!!'' Shouting. 
 
 `` NO!!'' Talking is hard, too many colors. `` Show me outside.'' 
 
 Kaleidoscope against black. Eyes closed. Floating on the ocean. What is a floor? 
 
 `` GET UP!'' Mean or nice? I do n't know. Standing is hard! I feel really tall, the ocean will catch me. What are shoes? I do n't need shoes. Outside. I need outside. 
 
 What is a door? 
 
 Too many colors. Too much moving. Too much noise, the house is quiet. Too much! 
 
 This floor is different. Still, red? No. Still green. Yes. Cold. Itchy. No blanket here. 
 
 `` Come back inside! You'll be safe in here! Warm, and quiet, and safe.'' soft laughing, `` They know!'' 
 
 `` No....'' What is...... grass? What is that?! Cold. 
 Spinning in my head. Cold. Itchy. Help! 
 
 `` Relax child. Relax. Give me your hands.'' Lights! Lights in the, black. What are those? Moving, moving, moving. Twinkling? Growing? Yes! What are hands? 
 
 Warm hands on mine, only black. Too many colors, the hands remain. Warm. 
 
 Floating. Flying. Falling. 
 
 Floating. Flying. Falling. 
 
 Bright white. All around. `` Relax child, everything will be fine. Take my hands and it all will end. No more cold, no more dark voices.'' 
 
 `` NO! Stay here where you know! Stay with your nice, expensive things!!'' 
 
 `` SHUT UP!'' 
 
 `` They'll know!'' 
 
 `` Relax child. Take my hands.'' 
 
 Too many colors, too many voices. One head, one voice. What is a voice? 
 
 Floating. Black. 
 
 Falling. White. 
 
 Soft. Warm. White. 
 
 -- 
 
 `` Ma'am?? Ma'am you need to open your eyes! Wake up!'' Warm hands, shaking me hard. Too hard. `` She's having another fit! No! Stay with me!'' 
 
 I reached my hands up to the, sky, that's it, the sky. The cold black sky. 
 
 `` Take my hands. Take me.'' 
 
 Floating. Black. 
 

