Will you, Lunacy, pledge
To take me ere the end
Bend my final days to wonder
Bereft of reason's clarity
Come my treasonous friend
Help me ambush myself
A cunning sting to thieve the mind
From behind these eyes
I swear not to fend or thwart thee
But dance with delight
Welcome our twisted tryst
And let it warp me to joyous oblivion
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Come my treasonous friend and help me ambush myself. Random thoughts are amazing and observatory. Joyous oblivion wraps mind really. Amazing sharing is done here.10