Black Effects

The walls around me

Slowly melt into puddles

I kneel down on the wooden floor

Feeling it with my fingertips

They vibrate across from me

Like ripples on water

A mixture of self-pity and loathing

Combined with white lines of powder

Sets not everything on fire

But drips down into puddles of water

It must not only be the dopamine

Overflowing my brain

Increasing my blood flow in my veins

It must be something else

That I can't recognize

And as my body surrenders

The floor rises up

Everything is turning horizontally

Black is slowly spreading

On all four sides of my vision

As my cheek lays flat on the floor

I hear the loud ticks of the clock

Vibrating in the air

My heart joins in the music

Beating in unison with the ticks

As the black continues to spread

The clock ticks are slowing down

The blackness is spreading more

And as I only see a hint of light

I hear one final tick of the clock

With my last heartbeat

The dark consumes me whole

Until there is nothing left to feel

But emptiness