Endless white, rhythmic pounding
Hardcore hallucinations astounding
Hit heavy into the mind, confounding
Floating through metaphysical plains
Knowing not what this world contains
Yet feeling light and free from chains

Lifeless black, endless void
Peaceful dreams have been destroyed
Chemical defenses are then deployed
Now held tight onto the physical landscape
With eyes watery red and dry mouth agape
Pulling hard at the chains, attempting escape

Finally now, familiar grey
Cruel it was that extended stay
But a return trip shall happen one day
Somewhere between the meta and the physical
The grey has painted all cold and cynical
And forever it shall be turning, cyclical

Sir Smittius