The Trip

The Trip

She pours the first shot, sucks it down
Chases it with some soda and scrunches her nose
She pours the second shot, sucks it down
The syrup lingers in her throat
Which is it’s purpose, supposed to coat
She pours the third shot, sucks it down
Begins coughing, choking. How ironic.

She pours the final shot, sucks it down
Finishes the bottle of soda
The taste is awful; she eats a cracker
Then she waits

Nothing…
She sleeps

She awakes, tries to focus on the clock
The room is spinning and it won’t stop
Nausea overtakes her
She tries to stand and falters
She lays back down and closes her eyes
Colorful images dance behind her lids
This is nice.

Her stomach is screaming
She opens her eyes, it’s happening
She stumbles to the bathroom
She falls in front of the porcelain
Once, twice, three times
She’s clammy, shaking, crying
Why did I do this

It’s over.
She crawls back to bed.
Everything is spinning
She closes her eyes.

She plunges deep into insanity
The colorful images have become terrifying
She sees angels flying
They plunge at her head and become demons
Faces taunting her, screaming.

She opens her eyes, sanity returns
I just want to die
The lyrics play..
“I say burn all of your bridges..
While you still have control of the flame”
I’ve lost control!

“Can’t you see that this is life..
And life is killing me”
I’m dying.. It’s killing me.
“Can’t you see that this is death..
And death is saving me”
I need to die

Her eyes close against her will
Psychosis overtakes her
She’s drowning in a pool of flames
The hand is just out of range
It envelops her

Her eyes open
Just keep your eyes open
They can’t get you when your eyes are open
“I say burn all of your bridges..
While you still have control of the flame.”
Stop saying that

She needs water
She stands.. where are her legs
She floats clumsily to the kitchen
The light stabs her eyes, she needs to close them
Don’t close your eyes
She falls

Why, why, why, why, why?
I just need to die
Just let me die
Why did I do this?

Each glimpse of the clock reveals an hour past
It’s not subsiding
She’s still riding
The crest of the wave of insanity
Dying over and over but never set free
Reborn to the angels and thrown to the devils

She opens her eyes
Hour six.
The room isn’t spinning
The song stopped playing
She closes her eyes
Darkness.

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(Lyrics: Evans Blue – Over )

(Drug: DXM)