sleeping standing up.
zombified.
thoughts are in slow motion.
a high that saps your energy.
you become the living dead.
aches don't exist.
logic don't exist.
you're completely numb.
a euphoria calls you.
somewhere where ignorance is bliss.
you scratch you claw you crawl to feel air.
you're not coming down.
like flying you kissed the air.
feeling strange peculiar just lingering existing.
light on your feet.
suffocating dying just to be one with air.
a love affair between dreams and Seroquel
as all you want to do is sleep.
just zombified by the thought that you could be one with Air.
©darkdeity
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