Harmony Hofmann | LSD (lysergicworship) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-14 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | lsd, shrooms |
Who: Shrooms & LSD
What: Bad trips
When: too fucking early in the morning?
Where: the boot of the car
Warnings: WTF-ness, TBD
He hadn't wanted this to happen. He saw in black and white now, he felt nothing much but could feel them, his feelings, at his back like he was standing with his back to an open fire. This thing that had happened to him, the way his closest had broken him had broken his drug and it was barely usable, an entirely (almost entirely) involuntary thing on LSD's part, his drug not working. Still, people took it and the way he was now, as weak as he was now from the start of his self-inflicted punishment for wrongly taking revenge for Mari's death, that punishment he took himself by pushing away his followers, it didn't help him when they still took it and the hallucinations, brittle pencil-drawn things that they were, they took him over.
He'd stumbled through things that weren't there until he'd hit the car and crawled into the boot, lowering the lid over him like it would protect him from everything and curled up in the dark in the smallest ball he could make, saying nothing but being bombarded by the worst of bad trips. He posted for help when he could see again, begging for Tracer, his shining light, begging and then again, the panic he felt but he couldn't say it using anything but Led Zeppelin lyrics.
He curled his hair around his finger, put his thumb in his mouth like a small child and trembled waiting for it to just be over.