Above, Below - Scorpion

Oh sweet delirium
So drenched in burning lithium
This sickness seems to never ease
In the waking state we drift within

And we just fall
Deeper
Into
The twisting sands of thought

We are deceived
By the mirage our minds create
Fowl is the taste
Of thought upon the thinkers tongue
What’s the reprieve? A stillness I can’t find?
O full of scorpions is my mind

If I just close my eyes
Let Hypnos hold my mind
Will sleep erode the blue inside?

Deeper into the well of dreams I
Sink

Desert of dreaming
Show me that which I seek

An oasis where I’m simply free

If I just close my eyes
Let Hypnos hold my mind
Will sleep erode the blue inside?

So gifted are we
With flying thoughts?
But every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth

Just to float for a second in bliss
Just to drift within a little remiss
Just to let go