Darkness clouds, <br />My un-seeing eyes, <br />Softness cradling my head, <br />Shrouding my sleeping form. <br /> <br />Drifting into never land, <br />Dreams are powerful, <br />Truthful things. <br />Dreams bring knowledge. <br /> <br />Wishes of thing to be, <br />Things to do. <br />Ramblings of our sleeping mind, <br />Seeking inner peace. <br /> <br />Imaginings, fantasies, <br />Wild trips on, <br />White rock pills. <br />Flashing dream of truth. <br /> <br />Wondered fever, <br />Vivid dreams, <br />Fears coming to life. <br />Dreams fading. <br /> <br />Merging with, <br />The reality, <br />Of life, <br />Of death. <br /> <br />High sinking down, <br />Lower than belief, <br />Wild trip, <br />Crashing to a vivid close. <br /> <br />Pop another, <br />White rock pill. <br />Start the trip again. <br />Never, never land engulfing. <br /> <br />Will I wake, <br />From this crazy trip? <br />Or will the white rock fever, <br />Consume my mind forever? <br /> <br />Colours flashing, <br />Heart pounding, <br />Wild trips, <br />On white rock pills. <br /> <br />But will I wake, <br />From this fevered nightmare? <br />Struggle against the shackles, <br />Fight the addiction. <br /> <br />Don't give in, <br />To those white rock pills. <br />Wake! <br />WAKE! <br /> <br />Dreams made from, <br />White rock powder, <br />Echoing in my mind. <br />WAKE AND FIGHT! <br /> <br />Don't give in, <br />To the fever dreams, <br />The white rock pills, <br />Can be beaten. <br /> <br />Liam Dudgeon 2008 ©<br /><br />Liam Dudgeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-are-made-from-white-rock-pills/
