The paranoia starts and vision becomes milky.

Your pupils dilute and there are whispers in your head.

You are all alone in darkness and shadow.

The law of psychics has reversed... there cannot be light where there is darkness.

Your body feels uncomfortable.

Thinking becomes as clear as quartz.

Thoughts of impending doom are apparent but not by suicide.

Judgement is clouded.

You feel a crawling sensation like an army of ants...

Paranoia turns to terror.

Your vision becomes hazed like miss-diagnosed reading glasses.

Whispers are now voices, and voices are now screams!

The sub concise and that mind become one.

Breathing is no longer automatic.

You cant to kill your self for the pain is excruciating.

Chaos and madness are now flowing through your veins.

Our Father who art in Heaven, help me!

You have lost all hope for sanity,

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear evil...


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