Walking through the caliginous night, my wobbly feet trying to escape

the muddy puddles of illusion, while my somnolent eyes witness

the somersault of half a dozen shape shifting moons,

As my limbs extending like shadows,

drifting to an unknown

terrain of

phantasmagoria.

I feel muzzy, as hallucinations grips me and echoes of doubt

reverberating the sounds into my veins, incoherent tunes muddle inside

my brain as each image blurring where once love

bloomed, turning into a charred facade,

My deep breaths debilitating,

slowly embracing

death!