Echo

Treading down this soggy lane
Pins and needles prodding his foggy brain
This is not just another nightmare
For this is where he was stripped bare

Missing links in the memories flooding
The photographic kaleidoscope keeps on playing
Stringing together the hazy stills
Amnesia or side-effects of those pills?

Groggy, he walks with that swagger
Longing to steady for a breather
A chill creeping down his spine
Ruling the land of the blind

This strange voice in his head
Different from the usual threat
This looming menace aiming for the zenith
Tormenting the dormant that crawl beneath

This is a fragment of his visions,
His hallucinations, his schizophrenic conversations