Delerium

Wake in the night, my vision all blurry
Get up and try to make it to the door
Turn & see my body still resting on my bed
Fall to my knees but dont feel the floor
In this state of insane detatchment
Im not even sure who I am
Take the paper, take the scissors
Cut me out some paper wings
I think I feel a fever coming
On the ground, sweating and dripping
Trying to pull out my eyelashes
Pinch my skin & it just tickles
Make it bleed, & it just trickles
I hear a noise I think its laughter
My insides churn and I start heaving
Use my paper wings to fly away
This is where it all goes black
Feel pain and pressure, something hard
Wake up bleeding in my closet
Open the door, my bed is empty
One last time, I hit the floor- that was it
Not quite sure if I was nightmaring
Or if I was just posessed
But my sanity flew off thin and fragile
Kind of like those paper wings

Ha ok so I dont get it either. Its basically about halucinating or going mad for a while, and then waking up confused in some wierd place in a screwed up way and not being quite the same afterwards, and still kind of feeling a phantom of what the delerium was like.