Illusions. All illusions.
I took the pill. Crushed it carelessly. Made a line. Took it in. One, two, three.
You are the worst drug I've ever pulled. Kaleidoscopic nightmare. You blow out the lights I used to make crop circled patterns out of. You make the hazy, monochromatic vibrations in the background fall down with a whimper. As I rise, you pull me down. Clip my wings. Tug on my ankles. You make me black and grey from orange and red.
There is no rehab. There is no way out of the spirals of time.
You are the worst drug I've ever pulled.