LSD
As I walk up the pathway that is twisting constantly and grab the doorknob, I gain rust for my trouble and pass over the lips of the threshold sparking with rubies, the windows of eyes watch me excitedly with their lashes of wool.
The mouth of the door tastes me wholly. It\'s teeth chew me kindly except for when the gnash and gnaw my flesh.
I walk over the floorboards made of creaks and groans. Occasionally there is a squeak that was left behind.
I run my hands all over the walls, feeling every nuance and crevice of the ears covering every square inch.
In the bathroom, the drip of a faucet is still leaking it\'s life away, yet never dying.
I glance up at the ceilings and feel them laugh. Sometimes trees can be on fire and not burn. Wait. What? I\'m just out having a good time