Delirium Tremens

So, this mist, oh, this mist
Has come over me
Fire for the smoke
One more word I can’t spell.

The show is on
This clown is sick
I quit, I quit, I quit
Maybe tomorrow I’ll trigger pull it.

The smudge on the picture
Don’t care to interpret it
Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care
Would anyone do that for me?

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Comments
  1. I like how even the title describes your emotions when writing this. I’m sorry that you are feeling so depressed and I wish I could give you the answers. I know that I love you and appreciate your raw honest words, like you always write in your poems. No matter what we will get through it and I’ll be by your side in the madness as we attempt to come out on the other side. Keep writing it all out. Love you.

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