I. Panicnoia – Feat. P. Klee

I. Prelude

My legs are invisible while I walk on the clouds.
The next step is uncertain, slowly towards the next falling one.
Wet with sweat, my sight is blurred, many faces, enemies in disguise.

I stagger to my feet, another weird feeling of death. I can taste it, the air is saturated with anguish. Numbness, tingling in extremities – I can feel it into my bones. This is the time.

The noise around is the only mine; that laughter, happy faces unaware of the truth: theirs?

Another step, last thought.
Pill

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