How little we really know,
When a mind gets in a knot.
That goes into a dark place,
Whether induced by drugs or not.
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Some unseen door in the mind
Has a latch that is swinging free.
Allowing lies to take on beauty,
Finding boredom in sanity.
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Wanting, wanting; forever wanting.
A future being held at bay.
Becoming demented by default,
No matter what they say.
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The mind being lost in clouds,
Seeing hope in some open refrain.
A craving for the unattainable,
When only persistent illusions remain.
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Trying to erase shadows.
Feel the biting not the tasting.
Waiting for the fury to die.
To know the spoiling and the wasting.
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Preferring psychedelic confusion,
As verity and lunacy ride in tandem,
Becoming a stranger to yourself,
All resolve becoming random.
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Finding safety in delusion.
Striving to survive frailly.
Wallowing in each disorder.
Suppressing demons daily.
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Whether left alone unseen,
Whether understood or not.
How little we really know,
When a mind gets in a knot.