Addict's Dream


The mind of a drug addict is filled with strange colorful happy thoughts. It is free from the bonds of society, the bonds that a normal man is tied to.Purple shades with amid shades of death; and blue sorrows flowing from a direction, but shades of happiness prevents it from one side. Bright orange shades follow each other creating a rainbow like fringes. A shadow of desire appears at a very far distance. Suddenly the pleasure increases, as if the shadow of desire was a woman.The mind becomes happy, thinking of the happiness and pleasure that the life gives to them. Ignorant of the evils in the masked, happy and blood thirsty evil souls. The desire is fulfilled in his mind. Thoughts begin to converge; the deep green eyes absorb everything in itself. Everything it can. ALL SHADES EVOLVE WITH EACH OTHER TO CURE THE SADNESS AND PAIN.

Numb as ever the brain becomes just ignorant of the pain.
The mixture of pleasure and pain gives you a certain sense of gain.
This gain and pleasure can never be contained as tame.
Wild thoughts run through the mane of the horse which is running in the rain.

The addict experiences the tragic fate of life. Fed up of life, insanity takes over him. The fortress of ‘past ghosts’ seems empty as all of them are coming to back to life in his mind. The clock ticks, wind blows, the cat cries which sound like winds of sorrow. His mind walking in a dark deserted alley, where there is no existence of human form. The alley has been walked by evil forces, which the nature dare not touch. The mind in the dark alley is alone suddenly everywhere he sees beautiful green grass, spreading fad and wide. Seven crosses of sorrows standing quietly. The mind boggles and tries to drift away but again it feels as if it is stuck in a web of DARK KNOWLEDGE, which refuses to let it go. The crosses are intact of winds and the sounds of storm. Its just storm my friend no rain. A lady standing far away at a distance, the mind hallucinates. The atmosphere begins to blur and evolve winds howls strongly as ever. Images blur around.

His mind screams out LOUD.
The cruel wicked wind blows,
To blow the series of sand
The sands of time fall short
In the upper chambers of our lives
The emptiness is a killer
The hollowness is a torture

Finally he wakes up and realizes he had been dreaming, and the dream had been terrible. He feels sick in his mind, body and soul. Bathed in sweat, he feels a thirst for satisfaction, a strange satisfaction, a really deathly one…. He gets up decides to smoke up a joint…