Mopheus

What are these things that come to us in dreams Or better yet, how are these dreams induced? If only you could see what I have seen Each time the musing Morpheus is loosed The god of dreams now comes in many forms In Morphine, Oxy, Codeine, Powdered D And worst of all the cheap and deadly horse Which being broke would gladly have killed me It hits like music flushing out all pain And takes you many places in your dreams And does such wondrous things to time and space But nothing ever is the way it seems It will enslave you, slow and subtley Then Morpheus will leave you utterly