Delirium is the vein that holds the fragments of your youth
To speak nevermore, hear not, feel no joy, sorrow, scorn
Scorn is the savagery ignited by chaos
Sleep upon eyes which the Sandman shackled in fear
Fear is the poison suffocating reality
Sacrilegious questions revert to incite pity
Pity, my cousin, my friend; departed, farewell to thee
Reality of you slipping, dying in delirium
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