Delirium Drawing a line around my bed, A glowing barrier, just in my head? Ever encircling my delirious mind, This illness really has an axe to grind. Sleeping when light and awake when dark, Etch on my bedpost another delirious mark. I should eat fruit... but how I want cake! Sailing across insanity lake. Hot and sweaty, a stagnant rancour, The clock on the wall is my only anchor. Delirious I was, delirious I be, From delirium will I ever be free?
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