Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Thoughts

Thoughts pouring into my brain like water into a glass.
Thoughts clear, cut and concise.
Illusions broken and shattered;
Nothing left but matter.

An electrical impulse shot through the brain;
Circuits fried and drive me insane.
Memories come rushing through in waves;
Bleary thoughts begin to invade.

A weightless feeling begins to form
My brain starts pounding like a relentless storm;
Taking shot after shot is not enough;
The memories remain just as rough.