You feel it coming,
announcing its arrival
in the usual show stopping way.
Gradual detachment,
cotton wool environment.
There, but somewhere else
entirely.
Is it hot?  Is it cold?
You no longer know,
anymore.
Not that it matters,
you're being swept up
in a mindless cacophony,
a rollercoaster ride through
every memory, trying to find
the worst, the fuel.
Can't find one dark enough?
That's okay, we can alter stuff,
make sure you still get
the full experience.
No disappointment on this ride.
No place to hide.  Only wait,
as the thoughts replicate,
growing in intensity,
whipping up a frenzy.
Are you still with me?
Of course you are,
there's nowhere to go,
this is your show.