delirium
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Back when I was an addict,
I had this friend who,
No matter how hard he tried to act,
Who,
Was never indirect,
Who,
Always had something negative to say,
And one day he said,
It came upon me like a shadow
and the whispers that followed said,
"Delirium -- thank God." Thank God:
it was only delirium. No;
it wasn't.
It was the music –
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
Vivid nights
Imagination
Wishing endlessly
Sweet intoxication
My mind runs free
Through fields of smoke
Can't think no more
If I awoke...
