Keep it closed

Already high,
the blunt burned,
forgotten
between bloody fingers,
unwashed,
unsettled.
Maddening thoughts
cruised the black waters,
retelling the bloated horrors
once so deep, asleep.
A demon's horse
raced, unbridled,
across the plains of chaos.
A shaky toke, sweet smoke,
did nothing
to slow the beast.
Dark flooded from every cavern,
chasing
the mind unshackled
and feared.