Trip...

Euphoria
Flying over
Flat desolate land
Sand-covered scorpians
waiting, ready to snap at my heels
Bugs, black cockroaches
emerging from numerous holes in the ground;
swarming, covering every inch of my escape route
Crawling up my bare legs
and instead of the mild itchiness and ticklish feeling,
these pests burned tracks into my skin,
leaving swollen red open wounds
And somewhere, at sometime,
in the midst of the pain, everything vanished,
tasting blood,
I was blind
darkness enveloped me
And it was then that the monster intruded
Scorching flames
tearing
ripping
tightening around my neck
Asphyxiating me.
And then came the bittersweet, pleasure and pain, taste of death

My trip had ended...