Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

this guitar i never played like this before. i hear the chords crawling into my skin like death in ethyl tendencies. i ignored the warning and played along with the devil and he won this game of denial. i wasn't able to hide the lies anymore, i had to fight myself and lost again. was this my fate? what was wrong with me? why was i still thinking that this would last? that slap i needed. i drank ahead. i didn't stop. i bled my guts away when the alcohol decided to return to my hands. i kissed it one last time and it is the last thing i remember before waking up in that white hall with white beings dressed in white. i closed my eyes again. the piano keys had an influence on my somehow... it was like the dust all over that tail had been there waiting for me. i took a deep breath and it blew my mind away. i tried, i swear i tried. but in all honesty i had no intention of stopping really. then you came to my eyes and i had to kill you before you killed me or ... words would fa

and i had something on my shoe... it was a bug, a tiny baby scorpion. it bit me and left me in pain, sitting next to my tent on a rock as i pulled the sting out of my foot. i had to walk miles and miles to get to a town, but now i was being slowed down by karma, apparently. being alone in the mountains sometimes is not the best of trips, yet it is really a good way to relax and let go of everything else. the day was particularly humid. the fog was thick and i was high on that mountain. high on that grass that helped me realize that when the end was near, there was no need to rush it. i wondered how your day was, but the pain on my foot distracted me to the point of no return. i had already started to walk down hill. after 4 days in, i didn't think it would really bother me as much, but to think that i may not make it was really refreshing. the relief, the lack of angst, the smile on my face... i never thought it would bother me as much. i must have been going crazy. then i tripped