& DELIRIUM IS BLUE

From the gaps between infected synapse drifts an acrid smoke

A signal to swear that "Your mind is NOWHERE..." came the gray voice, the only truth it ever spoke

Knots form after Invega's poke which is the latest injected joke

This is the final psychological downstroke-

This is the army of demons I invoke

And what am I to do when delirium is as blue as Neptune's clouds and just as cold...?

Under sheer madness, I warp, I fold

No longer a precious metal..

No longer tinted gold

Mind set aflame, I can't be certain of my name or perhaps it is that I have simply detached

But in the dark, eyes the shade of electrical spark, watched as a new breed of insanity hatched

To a chemical mist, I wildly latched and at a mental itch, I frantically scratched, thoughts trapped beneath my splitting, bloody nails

No matter how loud or the size of the present crowd, it's as though no one can hear my psychic wails

What this entails is a suffering with six tattered sails; a broken and capsizing ship of a feeling

And delirium is blue-

There's something ELSE about it, too-

It's a predator, it's talent sanity stealing