To Delirium

Twisting Ideas, thoughts, concepts Delightfully horrifying Strange Skin grows where it should not Passioned speeches of nonsense Shadows and shapes An audience, But your own mind The twisting knife's edge between sleep and wakefulness Meld them together Use to torment, to inspire A sprinkle of chaos Harmless. In theory.

So, what’ll it be for you tonight? Are you able to grasp the machinations and mumblings of the mad? Do you bother to understand?

Plunging from a cliffs edge to a void below An ocean Who knows Terrible, delightful, good, bad, black, white Grey / Gray Rain drops Reality is not Fantasy is not Yet they both are Jump, jump, jump One thought Two thought Thousand thoughts Too quick to understand Incoherent Incomplete Present But fleeting

Oh I see You are the mad Welcome then