Grinding gears

I went there.

I went there.

to a place so far away.

there was art , grotesque art .

paintings and statues and strange carousels.

a place that felt realer than real life.

they pulled me in , but it was a mistake.

i wasn't meant to be there. 

because i was still alive.

barely breathing and holding on.

there were people there and here.

in parallel they existed as two.

while i was having a seizure 

they had induced a coma.

where was this place that was both safe and scarey.

why did i exist here .

i made many friends in this land of the dead.

they took care of me well .

even when time would skip a beat.

faces , places things that wasn't true

i had died but my brain was still alive.

i stopped breathing and they placed a hole in my neck.

my time crossed over had seemed very long

i had seen dancers 

gold and even casino gold.

the hospital ceiling had blended in both realms

as i crossed in and out of conscience 

but in the real world .

time just stood still

as my relatives cried and feared for my life.

i had crossed over and came back home to them.

never again i said to my overdose hell.

learning to walk again ,

had brought me back to reality with a thud.

would such an expirience deter me from future experiences

i just don't know 

and i can't say i'd never feel so low again .