24 July 2012
Delirious with poisoned mind,
The room is one dark blur,
Cup of toxins in one hand,
And sleeping tablets on the floor,
Soaked wires in petroleum,
And cut the phone cords short halfway,
Barbed wire slung from door to door,
And kitchen knife drawn out for play,
A script in hand, and feigned emotions,
Silent extras dressed in black,
Rehearsing scenes with deadly notions,
Killer standing at the back.
Delirious • Opuss № I