Purple Haze



Purple haze permeates the brain
Like jagged splinters, I’m going insane
Foggy film around my train of thought
Days and nights
Nights into days
Time blending collapsing merging bleeding
A walking sleep, a waking dream
Events passing me like bullets
Shipwrecked off the coast of sanity
Drowning in a sea of apathy
One step closer to calamity
Endless spiral of tidal waves
Encircles my fading consciousness
No salvation in sight.

27 February 2004