I had never encountered such mayhem. My world was shrieking itself apart. Everything got in a spiral, and I couldn't get out. My eyes were bloody, and relentlessly burning; I could feel the blood flowing in my eyes. Reality was a frightened lie. The way to decompose was logical; I couldn’t stop screaming. The way out was by jumping on some cushions underneath a blindfold, and that I saw my room started to build, and vigorously pulsed. Alone, it was incredibly dark, and there were veins in the walls. I sat down to get the body flowing. In my mind, I looked like a demon. First, I saw my person on top of an oil painting, and was frightened by the thing. I was beyond, beyond belief. The room was spinning itself apart. Some cushions of being suddenly continued in intensity, becoming horrible 'alien' monsters. I was, at that point, caught in it, as if I was trapped in my personal hell. Reality was melting from one side to another, and I was screaming. My hand looked like a demon's skull, pulsing and breathing, and appeared to be dripping in front of my face. I would begin to see everything else. I felt thoughts as events form, only to be too late to form as one. I felt my entire forehead sleep in freezing air, and I had all been connected that I was having projections on my spine for an hour. I was out of control. I could decide that I was a thing inside my brain, and aphrodisiac, and turning with extremely flashes of nausea, I would put them into a kaleidoscope of breath as flashes of these thoughts washed over my body cavity.