Darkness clouds,
My un-seeing eyes,
Softness cradling my head,
Shrouding my sleeping form.

Drifting into never land,
Dreams are powerful,
Truthful things.
Dreams bring knowledge.

Wishes of thing to be,
Things to do.
Ramblings of our sleeping mind,
Seeking inner peace.

Imaginings, fantasies,
Wild trips on,
White rock pills.
Flashing dream of truth.

Wondered fever,
Vivid dreams,
Fears coming to life.
Dreams fading.

Merging with,
The reality,
Of life,
Of death.

High sinking down,
Lower than belief,
Wild trip,
Crashing to a vivid close.

Pop another,
White rock pill.
Start the trip again.
Never, never land engulfing.

Will I wake,
From this crazy trip?
Or will the white rock fever,
Consume my mind forever?

Colours flashing,
Heart pounding,
Wild trips,
On white rock pills.

But will I wake,
From this fevered nightmare?
Struggle against the shackles,
Fight the addiction.

Don't give in,
To those white rock pills.
Wake!
WAKE!

Dreams made from,
White rock powder,
Echoing in my mind.
WAKE AND FIGHT!

Don't give in,
To the fever dreams,
The white rock pills,
Can be beaten.

Liam Dudgeon 2008 ©

Liam Dudgeon

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