Demeanor Persona

I have no shadow only time thoughts like yours twice the ride. Let me take you to my house. It begins inside this cranial skull tossing wires drowning dopamine receptors meet the serotonin sisters neuro 1 and neuro 2 twigging it with an acrid stench upon waking another unholy nightmare again going to and from school up hills crawling through tiny holes this is what the Seroquel does to me.

Creating horrid images in the darkness of REM hell after wake up difficulty breathing and the smell rising up through the bed must be old cigarettes but an essential part of the dream of shit indeed pooh yes it is so gross it reminds me of my mother telling me of her constant nightmares one I particularly remember she’s in a toilet filled with faeces shit and the drainpipe swelling the sewers now of her early older age I’m becoming her in sleep quickly turn on the TV at 3.30am my regular time for waking better now in the dark light let me into your house please take me on!