The Judas Draught

So strange it is to dream while you're awake
Under the spell of forms of opium
It matters little how derived it takes
For more than it can give the lonely one

At first it's used for treating maladies
And then you medicate to run
From any real or dreamed up fallacy
Or when you feel under the gun

You treat emotional distress
As you would treat a broken arm
Though you have wisdom nonetheless
This ends by causing deadly harm

Before you die it will take everything
This is a battle that none of us can ever win



Credits
Writer(s): William Shaw
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