Everything's coming {down} to a grinding halt

No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a griding halt

No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a griding halt
Everything's coming to a griding halt

Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything's coming to a
Everything's coming to a
Everything's coming to a
Everything's coming to a

Dear You,
I had the worst night's sleep last night;
speed-fever flavoured dreams, crawling skin, being trapped in a vortex, suffocating, being laughed at demonically and reached out to and groped by warm bodies that were solid but not actually there, and, waking up sweating palpable puddles through my sheets.
had an epic party on saturday night. Would have invited you, but didn't think you'd be able to make it...
I feel shaky and weak and my heart is too arrhythmatic[sic] today for my liking...railed too much cheap speed and dexamphetamine on saturday night...
Hope your world is nice-like.
xo
ps; I don't know if I'll ever be right in the head again...
Wish me luck with my recovery.