Bad Trip Poem by Daniel Brown

Violent writhing
Bad vibrations,
A jumbled array of noise
Soundwaves pummelling a failing system...
Chaos
Clenching
Squirming
Spirals and swirls consume a clouded vision
As silhouettes collide to form singularity,
My huddled mass moving in one furious motion
Lashing out at the severed sights set before me...
Who is this stranger?
I recognize the vessel but the essence is changed
Far more apathetic
Far more oblivious
Somehow inclined to find the relativity of the situation
And piece together a broken puzzle,
Who could be so blinded when their eyes are opened so wide?