When delirium hits my way again, tons of thoughts and emotions hit my being. My entire world is then rent asunder; with me loosing total control of cognition. Shortly before I slumber, I hear voices of spirits and ghosts that visit my mind late at night. I hear them converse their thing and question my issues. My soul then parts contact from its body, and wings its way to other higher realms of understanding; leaving me totally lost and destitute. My body looses its biological clock and my compass gets disoriented. I then see the gates of hell open again, and inhale that disgusting breeze of death wafting my way from every directions. The cost of life then becomes painful to live; with each and every second seeming tedious to endure . Being delirious is that which I dread; the path back to normality, a tremendous fate.
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