Euphoria

As the night dawns on, the rhythm begins. The calmness, the serenity of the soundlessness of the world sleeping. Its miraculous, its peace personified. Then the voices begin. The crazed voices of the unknown lurking close by, just out of reach, taunting and sneering at me. As time progresses, the conscious mind gives in. It ceases to exist, as the subconscious is born, feeding on the dead remains of its counterpart of the sane world. As reality and dreams and nightmares mingle to form one, the zenith of the hysteria is reached.
Its madness, its Euphoria.