On The Brink Of Insanity Poem by Michael Webb

My eyes locked on the mirror
Appearing black from eyelid to eyelid
Pulse pounding
A cold sweat sweeps over me

Exploring the depths of fear
Hearing voices in the trees of silence
Speaking my mind loudly
As the ground ripples uncontrollably

It seems just an hour ago
The world was sane
Now strange beings are all around me
As I walk down the darkest trail

The tree limbs seem to grow
And wrap around my brain
Like callused hands reaching
Dragging me down to hell

Disoriented and frozen
I continue to fall down the black path
Where is my mind
In the midnight air

I see a face inside of a rock molded
And a shadow person chasing me oh so fast
The end of the trail I must find
But it's just the start of a terrible nightmare

My voice cracks into a hysterical laugh
But it's not mine
My face etched with a sinister smile
I lose feeling throughout my limbs

It appears that I am trapped
In a strange frame of mind
Experiencing this state, I feel so wild
What a beautiful thing, Psilocybin