Late night with schrezophrenia

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I'm in a dark room and I hear whispers..

Chants and rants unfamiliar near the bed covers.

I on my writing desk can only begin to imagine what strange thing is about to happen.

But it started last week and its become a daily appointment.

But tonights different, a cold winters eve with winds clashing with my curtains.

The chill of air at minus 3 degree's climbing up your frame from your ankles.

The chill of harmless air or cold presence of unknown entities.

I know I had the window closed so I already knew this was going to be a long night.

......Silence before I see my books crash to the floor, my bed covers wrenched from the bed, and the lights go dim.

You can imagine what I was thinking.

"Ghost"

Lost souls seeking retribution or attention.

As they have lost their way between 6ft under and heaven.

or down under...

Quicker than thunder my heart starts slowing down.

Out of breath.

Gasping for air.

Trying to hold on to something even though its not there.

The loss of air in my body causes my sight to get blurry.

A new level of intoxication engulfing my mind, making my nervous system go haywire.

...as I'm experiencing my veins constricting and my mind going into a delusional haze of images coming from both ways.

but they have no colour.

Like LSD I'm seeing sounds and hearing shades of colours.

but i'm completly sober.

Before I enter the other world of un-reality's nd non-realities, I hear the buzz of the alarm as it 7am.

Dreanched in sweat, being attacked by a migrane.

I wake up from my battle with schrezophrenia...but it's now over.

for the next few hours.